It’s one of those movies I watch
No matter what part it’s at
And this time I catch it from the beginning:
The lull of a driving sequence
Through a leafy suburban lane, only ominous because we know
The horror that will soon juxtapose;
We are devastated, and so to be
lured by leaf patterns into shadow
Into a darkness illuminated
by the light of a bedside lamp
gives my brain a rest
From all I can’t
wrap it around. In a few weeks
a former reality show host will be sworn in as President.
Watching a preadolescent girl get
possessed by a demon
Seems apt, watch what happens
when a malevolent force is let in
through the front door,
Knows where the children sleep,
is told every secret
regardless of whether or not
we have given consent.
He needs a female body to exist.
Poor Linda Blair
In the early stages of her possession,
baffling Ellen Burstyn by
Urinating on the carpet. It’s not yet
to the pea soup or the bone crack.
Soon, she’ll pant all trucker mouth
and flesh wounds
Sizzling as holy water whips her limbs;
Mother’s still trying to figure out
What the fuck’s going on.
And the demon’s just getting started
on his joyride through a young girl.
It’s still early enough in the movie
to hear Regan,
she can still be heard
inside of her body, not yet completely
“Mother!” she screams, bloodcurdling.