But angels are pouring out of the farmland, angels are swarming
over the grassland,
Angels rising from their little dens, arms swinging, wings aflutter,
dropping their white-hot bombs of love.
We are not dirty, he keeps saying. We are not dirty . . .
They want you to love the whole damn world but you won’t,
you want it all narrowed down to one fleshy man in the bath,
Richard Siken ⬩ Driving, Not Washing ⬩ Crush
added January 26, 2023 ⬩ random excerpt