Angel(incomplete)
an angel
speaking quietly
into your ear.
she asks you
a question.
you have an answer.
lips stay closed,
eyes shut.
she flies away
waiting for you.
you awaken
always expecting her
to return,
she never does.
it was no dream.
Settling
it has been a week.
books sitting to my right,
all the writers,
subjects that matter to me.
what kind of discussion would
de la Rochefoucauld
have with
Carver?
What would Hank
and Pinchbeck have to say?
Not much perhaps.
The night coils in
like a snake in
the throes of consumption.
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