MX 666

I slept

Unlike how the devil wanted.

I dreamt

That I woke up seeing the devil sitting by my bed.

Mother saw the devil, us, and he just said, “I watched over her while she sleeps.” Mother said that this kind of conversation is still done outside the bedroom. He stood, walked the hallway following her into the living room where Father was waiting. The devil is unafraid of Father’s silence--- they are men who understand men.

There

The devil said to me I could not leave you.

Yes So the Devil stole into my bedroom:

The how do not matter in dreams. Except the night is real.

We spoke Of dissolution of marriages

How Only the insane would understand the crazy Our hearts--- though courteous---- are cruel dragons Cruel we are with those we love

There Yet we are not there but in the trances of our minds

Where There Are Smiles

In Torture Of How

Love feels that we are pushing them away when

We only want them To be

What is real The balls

The devil said that he left in hell so that I would not be able to cut them.

What is real My nipples

The devil wants to cut and take with him.

What is real That game,

your game, the devil played and bet his suicide and lost.

The solution was to convert to Islam

So that he could marry and I would still have my freedom.

What is real It was never a problem with us when there, beside each other,

You would go away. Because you do that, the devil said.

I understood that, knew that. And when I wanted you to come back, I stab you

Or simply demand your return. And you return.

Laughter Now How does it feel to be finally free and yet you are not free?

How does it feel to know that I am finally free?

And now within every cluster fuck’s reach. The devil and I laugh.

Night A kiss was asked. Just a kiss. And more kisses.

I tell the devil to shave the goat’s hoof.

The devil says it’s done.

Another kiss before goodbye was asked.

I give that.

And another, because I chose. I draw blood.

I turn away after, walking out, climbing stairs, a door opened for me--- without looking back. And that, you know, is cruelty.

You and I know that I am the only torture in hell that keeps you Alive

And no matter how many times I unmark myself with chosen markings, I am marked until the death we wish for

by you.

You sleep With the gun beside you: me

I sleep With the knife beside me: you

Real Time I hit you. You laugh.

I hit you again. You laugh again.

I hit you for the last time.

The devil laughs Now that’s going to leave a mark.

You really think I would not keep track--- The devil said

And your people suck, by the way.

I retort,

My people have their uses.

As if I didn’t know that you’re keeping tabs.

That courtesy

There are some things we chose not to know.

A year We say.

I say, “Shorter, actually.” Look

At the board: which pieces would move.

Quietly You seem well ainsi a body is not riddled by bullets.

And the devil always speaks in French.