the writing in the sky

i pick up my book about witches

in salem during the 1600's,

volume one,

and begin to read, but

immediately put it down.

it's too real, too scary.

this isn't fiction.

i look out the window and see

a woman dressed in black

flying on a broom,

with a chanel handbag.

she's circling my house,

writing something in the sky

in black smoke.

what the hell?

quickly i jump under the bed,

and repeat the words, there's

no place like home, there's

no place like home.