I have no authority to say anything.
I clap my hands and a cat runs out of the room.
This is magic. It is expensive,
but well within your means.

The first rule to having mass
is not to have mass at some point.
You have no choice in the matter
especially if you are reading this.

Applicable sorcery: t-shirts,
Mickey Mouse, Ikea.

I conjure objects from nothing.
This water stain in the ceiling,
for instance, this Monstera plant—
both still growing. It feels good
to admit as much.

Beehives nestle in the attic rafters
and hum golden vowels
which I wrap in paper packets
and promptly swallow.
I’ll never die.

I clapped. I could not stop my hands
from clapping. There were cats
everywhere. You can purchase this
through the normal channels.

Mike Bagwell is a writer and software engineer based in Philly. He received an MFA from Sarah Lawrence and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Heavy Feather Review, trampset, Halfway Down the Stairs, HAD, BULL, Bodega, Whiskey Island, and others. Some editors have kindly nominated him for a Pushcart. He is the author of the chapbook A Collision of Soul in Midair (forthcoming from Bottlecap Press). He was the founding editor and designer of El Aleph Press and his work can be found at mikebagwell.me.