And for My Next Magic Trick...
I transform into a pigeon and beg for crumbs. I bob my head. Coo. Koo. Woo. Ka-Ka-Kew. Sometimes I flap my wings, but my body is too heavy. I never catch wind. In the winter I’m a bleating sheep led to slaughter. Red. Red. Cherry cherry redrum red against white wool. By dawn, I am a box of hocus pocus. Endless colored silks. A starved rabbit pulled from a forgotten hat. Emaciated. Nobody claps.
Angel T. Dionne is a surrealist author and professor at the University of Moncton's Edmundston campus. She obtained her PhD in Creative Writing from the University of Pretoria in 2020. She is the author of
Garden-Body (Radiant Press, forthcoming) as well as
Bird Ornaments (Broken Tribe Press, 2025) and
Sardines (ClarionLit, 2023). Her writing and art have appeared in several experimental publications. She takes her coffee black and her fish tinned.
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