angel dust

crack an egg over your shoulder till our bones
jut yellow out the duvet
like vertebrae out the ocean 

put your leg down my
throat in one slow slip
like an anchovy i’ll sleep 
in your guts tonight 

palms press shadows 
finger fish in your back 
flip creases into tongues 
crush 
dust on your chest, angel

bite this crest 
a bluish cloud 

i will spread out 
sleepiness
pulling lips apart like
wrappers 

we’re plastic caught 
on the beautiful 
like a yoke where six beers used to be

i loop time in my fist till we’re 
shorn and brittle 
on morning’s line 
whistling a drone 
to the early 

spit foams from our eyes 
so pretty 
something white
angel-like and
full of holes
for beginning