a final question

Here is my final question before coffee…

What to do with this part of me that is determined to spread throughout my body and this life of mine?

The wanton spirit I exorcised quite effectively so many years ago?

26 years ago, exactly.

But who is counting?

And I went further, because I am an overachiever with a ruthless streak once I am intent on something.

I cast the most private parts of me out and flung them far, far away.

I forbid them from ever returning.

I didn’t even need a priest.

I made my own holy water.

I have no need for any man, who wears a regal hat and a robe, to call a thing blessed and holy.

Fucker, please.

But Here is where I messed it all up, intention be damned.

I cut away too much. Quantum physics requires anything off-kilter to right itself into balance.

Of course, I suspected that part of me was vulnerable, but now it is gone.

I just didn’t know she took so much of me with her.

Darling?

How to mend such a mistake?

February 19, 2022 (written January 2021)