day 23 of MyNaPoWriMo 2011

Endora

I loved her for her spunk, that flaming red 
hair, her unwillingness to concede

that her witchery was anything less
than a god- given right at eventual

perfection; her prowess and ability 
to outwit the warlocks, her fun

at the expense of her hapless mortal 
son-in-law; the best was when she’d pop in

and out, calling Dr. Bombay and I’d 
instantly be transported to the wide 

wonderful world of Sundays in the long ago 
past, watching reruns with my cousins, 

sneaking pineapple chutney and samosas, 
making the crumbs disappear like magic.

I loved betwitched, thought it was the coolest.

I remember watching it with my cousins and sneaking

snacks i wasn't supposed to eat -- and my cousins

laughing every time she'd call for the doctor

since the city name was anglicized and therefore

mispronounced.....