The Devil in the Doorway by Porsche Jones
The devil is in the doorway and this is the closest I'll come to saying I told you so.
This is the closest I ever came to saying "I know."
Though I didn't always know.
You'd creep on in and creep on out again.
Peep through and at times inhabiting.
I thought I saw you in a mirror
But it was smoke and ashes already
Breathing in tar and twisters.
I thought I saw you seeing me with white hot coals.
And I, turning off the lights, looked back into darkness and anarchy,
Tying up my shirt to expose my milky belly
Tying and untying
Smoothing and unsmoothing
Crumpling like paper in a fire.
Now I'm the one who can turn into smoke and fill lungs.
Iron out a clean soul or shake milk into butter whip.
Looking out at girls from the mirror.
I've been around a long time. I always was. I told you so.