She stands in the door way,
“Just so you know- I was
a demon when I was a teenager.”
“What?”
“Just so you know.”
Air shoots from the floor fan
and blows up her skirt.
“Wow, Marilyn Monroe,” I say.
“What?”
“Marilyn Monroe!”
“Oh, OK.” and she walks back into the other room.
Sometimes
even demons
can be ignored.