You went in for back-alley exorcisms; you had your
demons cast out on cracking benchtops and
in sticky bathrooms. You gave every low-rent spell
a try and you believed in every single one until
the haunting started up again.

Me, I wouldn’t have known where
to find them, those cheap purges, those
shadowed exchanges. I was so scared of being
ruined by the cure, I held out for the kind they
showed on TV, the kind I saw in daylight and
the kind I couldn’t afford and so
my demons stayed on undisturbed.

Now we like to talk about the days when
they’ll be gone, when we’ll both be
snowy clean and starting fresh but I think secretly
we both wonder just what would
be left of us, if our demons
were cast out.


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