Transformations

she enrolled in a workshop at the Boston Center for Adult Education.

and threw him across the room.

Kaboom!

You are my judge.

You are my jury.

trading talk like blows,

They carry it off with a positive fervor.

The bird who cannot fly

is left like a cockroach.

They warm to their roles.

They turn a radish into a ruby.

They plan an elaborate celebration.

Still,

the parents have bizarre thoughts,

thoughts like a skill saw.

This time Cinderella fit into the shoe

like a love letter into its envelope.

That is the way with amputations.

They don’t just heal up like a wish.