Witch in a Beanie

Witches have hair that curls—

pink, gold, chestnut, black.
Only one has hair soft as silk, silver-grey,

and she always wears a beanie—
woven from sound, 
pure as a choir’s hymn.

She walks into the gym in a beanie
Dancing on the balance ball,
her thoughts,
drift into the shifting chaos,

chasing a familiar white phantom-

and she nearly loses her balance.

She walks into Woolies in a beanie

Scanning rows of chips,
her memories,
lost in the carefree joy, chewing a Salami Stackers-
yet her heart feels brushed by a cold wind.

She walks into the carpark in a beanie 

Offering her beloved digestive biscuit to the man sitting on the ground—

this is the witch’s secret:
when you give a piece of warmth,

flying +1

spells +2
happiness +3

She sits in the car in a beanie
Just as she is about to leave,

she turns and sees the potion
that upgrades happiness—

in the magic world, his name is 可口可乐.

She lowers the window, breathes it in;
The beanie begins to sing:

While I came with open arms, for you…

2025.12.13