And this is where the hypnotist
would twist and crawl on all fours
upon the beige and peeling walls
and whisper in Latin, yes, yes
this is where your history lies,
predictably close to where
she marked your destination
on virtual maps with copper scarabs.
The exorcist speaks in tongues
then licks the beetles off her back
with iron maiden precision. Yes,
that is almost where you are.