I was under powerful witchcraft and hoped I was possessed.
I thought of little Reagan: the tricks he could do with a crucifix.
He was light in the head yet raised by circumstance.
Were I novelist I’d have written the story but instead I spinned
and spewed broccoli.
Judy asked if I was trying to vomit and I snarled, “No! I need a
Judy said what I really needed was a time out until I learned
to govern myself.
The staff carried me off before I could levitate.
I’m in seclusion and starting to think that Judy doesn’t love me.
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