Dreaming of sunburns, of cancer, of scratches
Capitulating me passes the dice
Dysfunctional me swallows them down
Summer set skylights to the heavens
Flash one, flash two
The code of Morse
But angels never blink back because they’re afraid

Sucker punch to the surreptitious
Who are remembered for all they couldn’t do
The deuteragonist; the cashier of the shoplift scene
I stay; therefore I am scared to move on
I go; therefore I am scared to look back
Thank god you’re safe
But the angels never reply because they’re afraid

Mansion, extravagant, with the stairs on fire
My brain is the white picket fence
Spinal cord of the yellow brick road
Bucolic, heartfelt house
I want to go home
Clicked my shoes and fractured my Achilles’ heel
But the angels never help because they’re afraid

Fog, aside
Faith, aside
Her, aside
God, aside
One remains

And the angel parts its lips
But the words?
They never come
Because it knows that we will believe in everything it says