She's a She Devil
She’s a she-devil one said. Two laughed.
She conjures up spirits another said. One laughed.
I listened harder at my place on the other side of the wall.
No! Someone said. Truly? There was incessant giggling.
She can tell the time without looking at a clock or a watch.
I looked down at my bare hand.
I always thought she was peculiar. Was that my boss’s voice?
I hid out in my office, waiting for the pitchfork holders to come and get me.
Wondering what tar felt like.
And where would they get the feathers? This was a lazy bunch.
I waited for them to come for me for about two hours.
Apparently they had been talking about another she-devil.
I did not know whether to be insulted, disappointed, or relieved.
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