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Will of Houdini / Confidence of Copperfield

Cut me in half
With your peckish saw. 
I want to be split in two
As I stare upon the 
Jagged sharp teeth
Of your toothy grin.

Pull me apart — 
Showcasing my insides
Like a butcher's shop.
So that I may be 
Consumed like Communion, 
And passed around 
Like gallivanting gossip 
In a gaudy hair salon.

Piece me back together
With a sloppy stitch.
Why would I want perfection 
If I can have the attention —
Of an audacious audience.
All of the — unimpressed naysayers —
Who will always have
Something critical
To whisper.

Stow me into your 
Mystical wardrobe. 
Say the magic words
So that I may vanish 
Into thin air.
Then I'll reappear
Behind anonymous curtains.
My assigned position 
Where you will always find me 
Behind the scenes —
Purposely hidden

I suppose
I want to approach death
The way that 
Houdini did.
I want the confidence 
Of Copperfield
Without any fear
Of an absent safety net.
I'll take a deep breath 
And count to three
Here it goes — 
Here I go —

1—2—3…

Tempting fate...

Once again.

<<JUNE 2024