Friend of the Devil
See here on the ultrasound, that thing that looks like a comma? It will separate the elements in a series. I can't believe we're even having this conversation to begin with. The womb's a fine and private place, or am I thinking of a doughnut? You ask me, the hippies still have a lot to answer for. But no one ever asks me. I smell pasta. I was a nurse during the war. The soldiers in their dying pleaded, "Can you get one of the other nurses?" I know what no duck knows. Tomorrow is Thursday. Come, Lord Jesus, let us not bandy words. I too have followed the Dead. I saw you and the devil talking. Tell me, bluntly, what he said. Weren't you just a little tempted?
Second Sex (Penguin Books, 2014)