Getting
a Raise
I was a soap opera heroine
the good
white witch
ingenuous and well-meaning
mainly. I was caught up
in a chronic condition
of stepping forward
over the abyss.
Their names were
mainly interchangeable.
Mine were as predictable
as bought pies. Feeling the pain
stirring soup on camera picking up
something at the deli on her way
home witch. The pay was less than
the black witch’s.
