Malleus Maleficarum
Julia Gagliardi
ISSUE NO. 1 • to have a heart
I wrote this piece as a need to address the margins of my life: parts of myself I have pushed to the edges or have tried to ignore. The piece is an actualization of both the good and bad parts of myself. Either the bad parts come to a close, or they come into the fold. Thanks for reading. -JG
witchcraft is born of the carnal lust of Women
Who are insatiable
Tempted &
enter a covenant with the Devil Unexplained behavior
the touch test
my mind touches a memory of you &
I am seized with pain, fits and ravings
I miss you so much
skin scratched away as silver film is peeled away from a lottery ticket
pinched, burned, or bitten
how to identify a witch.
Accusations
& Mass hysteria
how to test and trial witches
Toss me hand-bound in the nearest body of water
pitched like a stone for laugher
see if I skip
the water would reject my body and titter you cannot sink even if you wanted to!
I disappeared with
lost items
the zipper of my jeans
unaddressed letters for Indiana
Why am I possessed by you?
I vomit cotton, yarn, pins and buttons and
smaller than the palm of my hand
a red tricycle
The nausea disappears So that was the item
I always wanted a red tricycle was I was a little girl but I never one
one because I never got one On Christmas morning what I wanted was never
there
Your grandmother told me this and
I felt the lost things that were never there On Christmas
morning I gave her an ornament, a red tricycle
Sadly for you,
an ornament, cursed,
laced with a hex of my memory
I did not bewitch it but your grandmother
cannot remember
her dementia limits and loses
It pleases me
To think she still remembers my name
& not yours
She will call you by my name and not yours
You can’t get rid of me Don’t rid of me Please don’t forget me
Holy Fuck
No wonder you left I wouldn’t want to be
With me Either witchcraft or
Possession, Bewitchment will explain my
behavior