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Kept Woman

I have sadly, 
locked the witch in the basement 
after she took to sleep dancing 
with late night hatchets. 

I feed her three times daily 
steaming farina bowls 
sprinkled with cinnamon, prozac,
brown sugar and thorazine . 

I send the young parish priest 
bent on exorcism
down there twice weekly 
to lay on holy water sanity hands
and attend her spiritual needs.

I pray morning and night 
for her to be delivered, 
sane or dead.  

Hoping that we may again lay 
twined together in 
splendid silkspun webs of 
dark beauty and color.

1/27/1999