i swing the wand in practiced strokes
as my niece laughs in glee
when bubbles rain down from cloudless skies
i want to believe in magic like she does
forget how the solution was made
or the science behind the construction of a flimsy, plastic container,
promising to bend before breaking
i want to believe in spells and trickery
i want to believe in not-misery
i want to
know what does it mean to believe?
if magic is true, then let cures
be something i can do
my stomach, my eyes, my mind
what doctors cannot fix, there will be magic in lickety split—
i want to believe
in magic
if i don’t, i fixate
on the shadow of a bubble
and pop! there it goes
there goes hope
Georgine Revilloza is a student pursuing her MA in English, the Literature Graduate Assistant at Central Connecticut State University’s Writing Center, and, of course, a writer. When (she thinks) no one is paying attention to her, she will often be window shopping for cute things out of her price range.