i have
emptied
my soul
of art

it feels homeless

what’s it like, god asks.

god, who will never know blood. who will never know meat. who will never wake, one day, teething. animalic. mawed

i don’t know, i say.

i’m not honest. chimeric, my body coils around a clutch of eggs. i will test their shells, one by one, with the tip of my most solemn tooth

before i remember what i am.

my wings hurt in this world

in the other, my throat

bedlam

my stuttering night light

boring, this exile /

god drags a belt through the garden
and the angels broke my radio

i need to go home, i tell the angel. you are home, the angel says.
and i am.
this is the trailer i died in. glowing like god’s throat, a hallway
crawls before us.
at the end, a snake.
biggest snake i’ve ever seen.

I’m too drunk to count the things that ruined me

One