and having
the pee
scared out of us,
of course we walked
over to
the Exorcist
stairs
in Georgetown,
the long concrete steps
rising and falling
into M street.
how did her
head turn around like
that, my friend Betty
asks me.
and that potty mouth,
in seven languages.
floating
above the room
with the strength of
a gorilla.
and then that plume of
green vomit
shooting out all over
the place.
oh my God. it all seems
impossible to me.
is there really evil like
that in this world?
you never met my last
wife, i tell her.
after her, i'm a true
believer that indeed,
there is that kind of evil.
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