#Micropoetry Monday: Opposites

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He was a team player,
who enjoyed watching
a bunch of men
running around with numbers
on their backs,
throwing what looked like a
misshapen Hostess cupcake
through the air.
She was a team of 1,
who wrote & edited
her own stories,
for there wasn’t always
someone there
to read them.
And to keep the peace,
he agreed to never make her watch,
while she agreed to never make him read.

He was a purveyor of magic tricks,
she, of magic treats.
When they crossed one another’s paths
at a Halloween party
like a pair of black cats,
they became unlucky in love,
for she found out that his tricks
were nothing but an illusion,
& he,
that her treats were flavor-enhanced with MSG.

He loved secular holiday tunes,
she, spiritual Christmas carols,
for she saw Christmas as a holy day,
& he, a holiday.
For him,
the lists were naughty & nice,
based on words & deeds;
for her,
the lists were Heaven or Hell,
based on belief.
Even though they would forever
disagree on everything else,
they could agree that
whatever the reason
for the season,
kindness should be
the universal code of conduct.

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Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #455: Magic

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Abra Cadaver

Her husband had been an illusionist,
playing credit card tricks,
pulling Playboy bunnies out of hats,
& penetrating her with knives
only she felt, but no one could see.
He was a Houdini who bound not himself,
but herself,
with the ties of matrimony.
Before she got to pull her disappearing trick,
he finished her off with his
final
disappearing
act.

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