Thursday, February 16, 2017

WISHBONE

Archangel, Archangel,
whose gig is

to watch—

quit your day-
dreaming

of eternity
and trembling,

of
not dying, but worse—aging

in reverse: first
moving back

into your parents' house. Then wingless,
forgetting

everything. Finally rawboned,
naked,

viscerally alone.

Archangel, Archangel,
quit your day-

dreaming;
somebody coming. Somebody

listening. Somebody

might be—
already in here.

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