There is no there if she isn’t, the vacancy elsewhere so
that my Harry Potter home beneath the stairs ceased to exist, she going on with
her Cinderella life as if midnight has not yet come and gone, the steeds
reverting to mice, her carriage into a pumpkin. What magic is there we can use
to bring it all back, to restore her, to make life in the cupboard under these
stairs seem normal again, if no less painful? Do I have a glass slipper with
which I can find her again, remake her into a princess even when I am not the
prince she needs or wants.
The vacancy leaves nothing with which to reconstruct such
things; I have no magic wand to wave over all this and restore this place into
being there as it once was, and I know there is no way it will ever be there
again, no matter how often I click my heals, no matter how much I wish this was
Kansa, when in fact it never way.
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