Inhaling the fumes of boiling arterial blood so that I can finally talk to the Devil. It's been years. The way the fog suffocates the air, the way it infiltrates my nostrils and grips against my uvula. How it arrests my breathing. The Devil probably isn't going to stay very long because he has other people he has to tame. But we're good like that, like he helped me paint my house last time I saw that foo' or whatever