Inheritance

you will know by the dog

walking me on a leash

that I am no witch

no fan of brooms

or flying

my pots are All Clad

scrubbed clean

and though i prefer

a gnarled wooden spoon

stained smooth from a thousand brews

you will know

from the neatly appointed kitchen

with matching knobs

no witch lives here

my hair

neatly pulled

tight

will suggest nothing

of power or skin or

longing

look!

nothing hiding in my hat

or shawl

bareheaded

in my athletic gear

though i will admit

because it’s cute

to an admiration

for tiny

frogs