Sunday, September 20, 2009

black magic

I started dancing with the dark side at age nine. The Craft was in theatres, and there were five of us, crouched behind the fence in the school yard, wasting a season chanting “light as a feather, stiff as a board,” and willing out finger tips to channel enough to magic to make a body float.

Since then, the only real magic I’ve found is the spark I’ve conducted from the occasional faulty electrical socket. But if I did have the power to conjure something from nothing, I would choose the following:

boots by jeffrey campbell

dress by a.p.c.

boyfriend built-for-natalie

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