A boy, a man, a door wide open ~ Betsy Johnson-Miller


My son sits at the table.

Where’s the witch?

What’s the spell to turn him back
into a boy?

I put a field, an avalanche, and a crow
before him

to see what kind of woman
he will choose.

Can’t you fix something normal?
he asks, going to the fridge.

A cold world and the door
wide open.