TEA

As if he hadn’t been gone for weeks,
Worrying everyone, Satan showed up
Late one afternoon with some tea
He insisted upon brewing himself.
“The thing about God,” he said
“Is that He’s very lonely. In a way
There’s no one but Him. If He wants
To talk, He talks to Himself or
To hypothetical beings. I told Him
It would be a bad idea to create me
That I was sure at worst to rebel
And at best to be a smartass. But

He feared that going on talking to me

When I wasn’t actually there

Might be a sign of madness. Also,

No one can brew tea so well as I.”