Magic Done with the Hands
a human choice to take one thing and will it into another
As children we went on class trips to Plymouth Plantation to silently absorb several large traumas in one day. I saw a woman in many petticoats snap the long neck of a goose, sit in a ladder-back chair outside of her front door, and place its newly dead body on her lap to pluck its feathers, a string of bloody drool extending from its beak to the ground…