Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it. - Margaret Atwood

There's nothing like a shovel full of dirt to encourage literacy.

When they came to harvest my corpse
(open your mouth, close your eyes)
cut my body from the rope,

surprise, surprise:
I was still alive.

Tough luck, folks,
I know the law:
you can't execute me twice
for the same thing. How nice.

I fell to the clover, breathed it in,
and bared my teeth at them
in a filthy grin.
You can imagine how that went over.

Now I only need to look
out at them through my sky-blue eyes.
They see their own ill will
staring then in the forehead
and turn tail

Before, I was not a witch.
But now I am one.

Having experienced both, I am not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.