Dust, in this marvel, in this dungeon
You’re bleaker than the words I speak
There’s a blue light wringing and shining
Do you see it around your neck?
Do you see it when I scream?

This blue light, I have one too
It’s on the pier where I loved you
You strained my legs and spread my arms like an angel
I splayed myself open for you; I gave you parts of the mirror moon
You thought that I copied you

I don’t want to end up as your cigarette dust
Misuse me so I feel used
These puerile prodigies make you whole and clean
You don’t ever question hell or heaven
You’re my angel even when I call for daddy, even when I dream

Drag me on the outskirts of this hide
Pluck me out of my deserted home
You’re deranged and you speak foreign things
You don’t know half the things you say
My mind, unlike yours, can stand the climate here

The weather you have inside you is unheard of
It folds around my bones like telephone wires
You call for it twenty times a day in the middle of the desert
The cacti mildly roll in the heat, in this sweet
They roll for you, can’t you see

Bleed the sun out of me soon
I turn into thorns, even when you show me the blue light
I want it through my eyes before it slowly dries away
Like a laundry machine, as blue as pool water
My lungs might resurface, like you, in cool rapture

With you I’m not mundane,


I’m an angel