A Poem

1. Come in to my office little girl

Lined with bones and skulls and little postcards of witches

I will hex you

With my eyes wide shut

And a smile unmoved by your

Bad luck


2. Sort these papers into fails and passes

I’ll give you good marks in all my classes



3. This is an academic institution

You can study the constitution

Of conspiracy theories

Buffy the vampire series

And how a Pagan buried her womb

Don’t mention the ancient, empty tomb