The exorcism was short, brutal
after five days of possession , the toxins
had weakened my body, drained my senses
but on the sixth, a little miracle happened;
my body did not convulse or levitate
nor my head spin round like Linda Blair
but all the toxins pored out of me in a holy sauna,
soaking my underclothes, shirt, track pants,
the sheet I was lying on, all soggy and cold
but I was clean, strong, rejuvenated,
the only sign, the stigmata of possession,
two scars on my upper lip, healing, healing
movie poster courtesy of Pinterest
I gave it an impossible task
but it was my mind
what could it not do?
There was a song
we’re talking way back
I thought the early nineties
an oddball song
with a female lead
and a bouncy backing group.
Can you work it out?
Nor could my mind.
It bugged me all day.
There were some nonsense lyrics
but the song was catchy.
Any idea yet?
Nor had I.
I took a Bex and had a lie down
then the initials KLM came into my head.
Hang on, I said, aren’t they the initials of a Dutch airline?
But I hopped up anyway and keyboarded it into my laptop.
Have you got it yet?
Well, what popped up were the initials KLF.
Now do you know?
Then the name of the female singer came up, then the band then the name of the song,
one of the most oddball songs ever to become a # 1 or 2 all over the world.
Go and check it out on YouTube.
I did and yes I did get up and dance
and I was taken back to MuMu Land with Tammy and the KLF
all over again.
have you ever undertaken a search like this with so little information?
My neighbour worried I was having a meltdown. She came by one evening with her three Pomeranians in tow as my brother-in-law pulled in to pick me up for a barbecue at their place. She assured me there was no need to panic, that I could stay as long as I needed till I found a place of my own. The front porch light shone down on us. Wings of light enfolded her as the dogs wound their way around her legs.
Who was that, my brother-in-law asked.
That, I said, was the Archangel Gabriel. Deliverer of glad tidings.
Huh? my brother-in-law said as we hopped in the car.
Good news, I clarified. I get to stay.
It’s not the big ones
like walking on water
that interest me
But the little ones
like walking freely,
doing gym again
being able to hear
without ear surgery,
able to love again
without the king’s men
to put me together;
the body’s palliative care unit
working in unison.