dear devil

this is a letter to you declaring or

rather daring to reveal that

there is so much evil in me that I feel ravished

and undone John Donne style

you Mr. Atomic 

I have to,

eyes have to see

need to identify the need to be me and you

possessions, Catholic clothes

capitalist and sexy and watery we

must create a gap

tell me if it is me or you who

objectifies the world into moments

people into things and things into people

tangible, irreversible yet destructible

men and man-moths

bugs and bugs me hard

tell me more about invasion, insertion

whose horns are these wailing and wailing

tell me if you rub my back, do I rub on you

and you, always reddish

with a cross on your forehead old man

feel a joyless alternative flesh-fight

a wrestle with God, the way I wrestle with myself

lustful, mind boggling and forgivingly simple