Archangel
It’s dark in here,
your halo looks flat as a plate.
Maybe we’re still there. Was that lightning?
You look like a cat when you sleep.
I’m not sleeping. You reading?
I’m looking for this poem,
about a cat—wait a minute—
Go on.
You can read to me all you want.
That time it was lightning.
Is it you? Rolling the green grass back?
I love it when you smile like that.
Is this the white dawn, Angel, in the book?
It’s dawn. Look.
Where are they bringing that rock back?
Where are you going?
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