I sat in heaven’s runoff until I pruned into something hard to look at. There were angels
Hovering all over us they breathed like we do
When we’re touching unless the sky is
Much closer than I thought and it was
All echo. My fingers in your mouth, I asked you what you wanted.
My fingers in your mouth, you asked me what I wanted. Somewhere there is a cat
Named Bible. A dog named TARTAR SAUCE. A possum named Email. My
Desire has never been simple. If those really were angels
They could tell me what it means that your plague spit has yet
To wreck my body. You rolled me a cigarette and I jokingly
Refused because you licked it. After bathing in your mouth the night before,
At the base of heaven’s perverse waterfall. That sound all over like
Light hitting tension, like capacity for flight.