rustbeltjessie:Postcards from the Circus, 3: Dearest, Most Beautiful Baby (The Spells He Cast) // Je

rustbeltjessie:

Postcards from the Circus, 3: Dearest, Most Beautiful Baby (The Spells He Cast) // Jessie Lynn McMains, May 2021

Dearest, most beautiful (baby)—

I remember the circus motel and a door numbered 30, and how the trains came thundering by with their cargo of corn syrup and drywall, and I could have had the circus bear but I chose the thaumaturge and his ruddy mouth. O the spells he cast: spell of bend-me-in-half, spell of me dying to cry out, spell of bone-bruise, spell of baby in my belly. Real magic. The only illusion was thinking that he really loved me.