asleep in the pickpocket’s bed, the baby is a mirage.  

I’m so fat
I’m fat
in the dark.  I compose

at my lowest
a crucifixion
story

from the basements
my father
wired.

the woman had the suicidal absence of a man who’d just broken to his body that his blood was not the rooster patience devoured.  if I peeled a potato, I did so in egg’s hell.

praise headgear, worship eyewear.

adore nostalgia, forgive

memorial’s
constant
vigil.

say god
three times, then

say mirror.

How did you fly to me?
Did you ride a rain cloud?
Or did you float on rivers of tears
Just to cross the distance?

Femme fatale
Lost angel
Featherless wings
And plastic halo

How did you reach me?
I was sitting in silent cities
Watching the rivers rise
When you arrived

I was only waiting on the flood
Waiting on the blood
Waiting on the end
When I found you

Gloria
With plastic halo
Gloria
Victoria