All of these photos,
they sort of make you look
like the Devil,
in a strange sort of way.

Perhaps the fangs, always visible,
or the claws, seem like they’re
scratching, or the
hollow, unloved look in your eyes
(though I think, in some places,
it’s okay to love the Devil).

I would offer to help a bit,
but I think you’d
run away, and anyway,
I could be wrong.

But then,
a picture is traditionally appraised
at a thousand words per,
and with my eye for values
I can only hope you end up
in some place where
it’s okay to love the Devil,

and around here
just isn’t it.