Witchy

I had a pet rabbit, Marla says.

I can’t remember its name for the life of me.

I wish I could remember its name.

A white fluff ball.

Fluffy? I suggest.

You’re a witch! she shouts.

Fluffy! Yes, Fluffy, that was it.

You’re a witch, you know that?

If I were a witch I’d do more

than guess animal names.

I’d cast spells on the whole world.

And on myself.

Sure, what would you change about yourself?

Aren’t you good enough as you are?

I have no reply.

It might be the kindest thing

anyone has ever said to me.