I would text the devil
I might invite him here
to heaven,
I might
ask
why we split, dude?

Invite him to a Nirvanna
concert,
let him peruse my CD collection.

Ask him what he thinks
of Breakfast at Tiffany's,

or where he gets all those
coals to burn souls
and his long ears.

Then I might pull out an
apple split it in half
and say go for it.