A contemporary poem about when the angel comes down, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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When the angel comes down, the room grows smaller. Wings fill the space where sleep had been. I ask for mercy and receive weather. The old crowns fall without a sound. What remains is not salvation, but two breaths learning the dark.
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A dark poem of bathroom, can't, and foresee, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
A dark poem of moments, cherished, and now, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
A dark poem of meridian, passes, and sun, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
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