—TO HELL WITH HEAVEN’S GATE

 

 

My Wife, the Magician

 

          Through it all, she still believes in magic, the real kind, the potent mix—a whole planet fed, rainforests ever verdant, clean water for everyone, breasts without cancer—and so she keeps trying to convince me that there’s another world on the other side of that wall where our wedding photo hangs, that if I press my lips to her pulpy, invisible ones and just believe hard enough, she’ll walk right through it—ta-da!— alive instead of not.