Me, the Devil, and old JC

[veganlindsay]

"Love is poetry, not geometry"
the devil said,
as he sat on the edge of my futon,
rubbing my feet in a clockwise motion.

The night was stiff and warm,
and Jesus walked to the window
shaking the hinges to pull it up
and let in some of that sweet, dirty air.
A dog barked from behind the chain linked fence,
but to me it sounded more like heckling.

I sighed and asked for clarity.

The devil and Jesus laughed simultaneously.

I shot them a glance,
drank some more wine,
and telepathically begged the phone to ring.