Right Justly

When he movd into the house
he wanted us to stomp & pray
out the evil spirits
       just in case they’d be there.

How cld they
when a medicine woman lived on the place
& left it to the church when she went to happier

But a truck hauling brush
turnd on the road
       & he jumped up screaming—
deer prowler
       at the antlered beast.

We danced out the spirits
he carried on the place.
                How now pow wow
he jumps in the sow-yard with the bow-
                              wow cow.

We passed the spirits to chickens
to peck their legs—
Eeeeevil spirits pock-marked
       as the dartboard.

W/ marbles shooting rabbit eyes
we stompd wild fires he once built in his head,
                still haunted him
as though evil spirits could open
a medicine woman’s door,
       climb in her unpainted windows,
crawl through yellowed wallpaper armoured w/

We whooped & hawed until he sd nuf.
       The house
barricaded from deer prowlers
                from under his headband.

“Right Justly” from On Age in a Dreamy by Diane Glancy (Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions, 1986). Copyright © Diane Glancy. Reprinted with permission from Milkweed Editions. www.milkweed.org.
Source: One Age in a Dream (Milkweed Editions, 1986)
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