"Tomorrow I will use both halves of my round trip ticket
to hell.
A mystique ectomy spurns prior power.
To see Lucifer as merely plain is
to remove all dazzle and mascara from the beast
and start to radiate one's own.
I will dip down with my immunity to discover what is tame,
sentence myself to light work inside the mote
rains, ruminate about return on equity and real cost.
I will ghostwrite the infernal scenery
as a novice who believes herself a sun lamp,
not picturing ahead of time the faces,
relish severance like the annex birthright that it is.
Be careful to retain the self-sufficiency
of my full adoration of the powers
that stiffen silken structure rule,
the perfect seam of spine.
Alertness that surrounds posture with tenderness
as preparation for a child."