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)