Wonder Worker

you should see her do it
fold up the earth
and jump from here to there
instantly
she's cunning that way
Ms. Lard
her nimble fingers
tracking along the pages
hungrily hunting for spells
her cleaver thaumaturgy
read aloud
like songs at night
each word as softly spoken
as a leaf brushing by rocks in a stream
and her friends would come
calling to her
"Taya! Taya!"
"Work your wonders!"
"Find my lost love!"
"Bring my money home!"
"Produce a cure for me!"
"Taya! Taya!"
and she would
because she knew the seventy third sign
she could speak the explicit names
she heard them in her sleep
when the goddess whispered in her ear
and she scratched the symbol
carving it into her tongue
making a shem of her flesh
using the sharpened rib bone of the Archangel Uriel
so when Ms. Lard spoke she made
she unmade
then neatly tucked the world under her arm
strolling away
until the next day
when her friends would come calling

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