for Lisa Loring
When the first Wednesday Addams dies, you
feel middle aged — the littlest one on TV
not the illustrated girl on a New
Yorker mid-century page but the
black and white six year old swathed in a gloom
you prematurely understand. Eighteen
when Christina Ricci will assume
the role, unmentionably aged when
Jenna Ortega takes a severed Hand to
a magical boarding school you live in
your ever braided head; people call you
Wednesday all your life like the first who is dead.
Your own black coffin awaits but not the dread.