Poem: Which

There are no witches. The unpalatable truth

is that character does not exist.

It’s just the things people say.

They say things to transact – to get something

from someone. To barter, to play, to negotiate.

But there is no back-story.

That’s something we apply.

We thought we heard she was a witch.

We imagine the scenario where she bought the books

and crystals an…