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12 Soul-Selling Ritual I make fire underneath an iron pot and kill a cat nothing but black on its back, skin it and boil it like the two-head said— “Stare in a looking glass and run them cat bones cross your tongue, one by one, till your reflection disappear like a snakehead in the river. That’s when the Devil got your soul, old boy.” Next thing I know, I’m naked as the mange and scrabbling in wet weeds by a blue shack. Peacocks laughing, I laugh back, and pie pans go changalanga in the cherry tree— scarecrow tambourines. I kill the scarecrow, steal his garb, and walk into the sky, through a giant crystal tepee made of sunrays. ...

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