They sat in a basement on the base —
cavernous, grey, no one around except
the military major and the young
preacher. “Conjure a picture of your
mother.” “Small, shriveled, pinched.”
“And this is the person who looms so
large over you?” It seemed like just
yesterday but years and years later,
after seeing that small, shriveled
pinched face in the face of the lovely,
lover who deals with demons of her
own, he conjured her once more and
in doing so, conjured her no more.
It just happened. Sometimes it takes
a while to befriend one’s demons
and then say both hello and goodbye.