by Jenna Clancy

Dear Houdini,

I’m sorry you’re not cool anymore.

I’m sorry, I love you.

But I’m not.

Then again,

I’m not sorry

I’m

not the new girl you first showed

your tricks.

I

won’t let you cut me in half.

I transitioned from sequins to

leather.

Meanwhile you still hide in

your same

big cloak.

You can’t hold the

handcuffs, but

you can dream.

Because,

a dove flew out of my hat.

And

“Abracadabra” won’t work anymore.

And

sometimes I leave my handkerchiefs where

“I just shouldn’t.”

On three you’ll wake up

from your sloppy little trance.

You’ll realize,

“I’m just an act”,

and boy,

I’m magic.

Jenna Clancy is a recent graduate of Bethany College, and aims to go on to achieve her Masters in Higher Education. She has been published in The Harbinger and The Tower, and hopes to continue her love and practice of the written word.