Courtney Thomas Vance
Girl is walking barefoot through her garden,
spitting obscenities to whomever
will listen. She shoots pestilent gophers
with her rifle. She reads. She drinks some tea.
She’s doing cryptograms by the roses
when a demon approaches from above.
He swoops down like Apocalypse ashes
and asks Girl for a little bit of food,
saying that he’s been wounded in battle
and needs to get his energy back up.
She offers him fruit from a tree, apple
or sweet fig, blood orange or pomegranate.
The demon finishes eating then leaves,
and Girl wonders what this war is about.