Witch Wife by Kiki Petrosino

Witch Wife

 

I’ll conjure the perfect Easter

& we’ll plant mini spruces in the yard—

my pink gloves & your green gloves

 

like parrots from an opera over the earth—

We’ll chatter about our enemies’ spectacular deaths.

I’ll conjure the perfect Easter

 

dark pesto sauce sealed with lemon

long cords of fusilli to remind you of my hair

& my pink gloves. Your gloves are green

 

& transparent like the skin of Christ

when He returned, filmed over with moss roses—

I’ll conjure as perfect an Easter:

 

provolone cut from the whole ball

woody herbs burning our tongues—it’s a holiday

I conjure with my pink-and-green gloves

 

wrangling life from the dirt. It all turns out

as I’d hoped. The warlocks of winter are dead

& it’s Easter. I dig up body after body after body

with my pink gloves, my green gloves.