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How To Perform An Exorcism

Kaitlin Tredway '11

Take this all of you and eat.
this is not temporary. read
every instruction with care
Do this in memory of me.

suspect satan at the Church
door. salivate and swallow
circles of rice flesh soaked in
sow’s milk and sparrow’s ash.
there may be skin sensations.

This is My Blood. I am not
Worthy to receive you, but only say

it’s the numbing of the
Curd made flesh; slowly sniff
sapinsense and fyrrh to feel
nothing in the brain. it’s never
about feeling. do this in mockery
of me. risk all that’s held true.

Lamb of God, You take away

the ability to see, hear, discern.
genital motor skills—gone. get
a room, concrete or imagined.
one entrance, no exit.
it is fixed. This is My Body,
which has been
thisismybody
                             given up for You.
My Body. this is My
                                   thisis           mybody
                                                       my body won’t be given up for

                                          steps in line with the lion’s den,
                             or soft yet subtle hymns to Him.
                victory pump in the
neck, ribbon pinned to
                breast.
He’s                      risen.
                                          i’ll raze hell on
                                                                     bended knee.
i’m taking it back,
                  making a newer vow: to never love                                          You.
                                                                                                                                                       two years ago,
                                                                                                                                        i kissed His nailed feet.
                                                                                                                       my mouth still tastes like Crucifix.


About the Author: Catholicism, the Japanese American Internment, James Joyce, and Icarus have chosen Kaitee; she will probably write about them for the rest of her life.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 67: Issue 2

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