my mom put the newspaper with
my little turd on the driveway, lit a
match, and set it on fire. Then my
mom and my gran stood around the
burning shit, praying and singing
songs of praise.
The commotion didn’t stop
there because when there’s a
demon around, the whole
community has to join together to
drive it out. If you’re not part of the
prayer, the demon might leave our
house and go to your house and
curse you. So we needed everyone.
The alarm was raised. The call went
out. My tiny old gran was out the
gate, going up and down the block,