Angels

You reached in,
smiled with blank
understanding and

plucked

my heartbeat from
the air.

said

if we are the
angels, where does
that lead us, who are
we, does the world change?

I said

we are not.

that is the end
of that

Somewhere Between

Somewhere between the heartbeats -
the words and the silence:

between the speed of sound
and the click of understanding

between my half-drawn breath
and the curve of your eyes

is my innocence -
alone and tired

(sitting on a suitcase
in the middle of an empty street)