A chagall red beneath the word atop the sleep
A hurricane inside the room whispering
Shenaniganed birthwet and wayward
She's the one who set me here, set me down
As a pen to her dreambook
Then to the side
Simple as forgetting and brittle as trust
Homesick and fevered her healing hands move me, lift me up
And my lips smear the ink of her name
On the back of the angel