If it’s true that the devil has his finger
In every pie, he must be waiting
For the night to fall, the darkness to
Thicken in the yard, so we won’t see him
Lick the finger he dipped in your pie,
The one you took out of the oven, my love,
And left to cool by the open window.
Charles Simic has served as the Poet Laureate of the United States. His most recent books are The Lunatic (poetry) and The Life of Images (prose).