When I hear your boots on a stretch of stairs

my guts go into nautical knots

I was poisoned stomping after you in the snow

and your nose looked like a strawberry

you had a bomb stuck in your throat

Leave me here, leave me here, I’ll catch up with you later

my angel can’t get her feet underneath her

she broke my fingers with a strung out smile 

my angel wants to see past the horizon

and I’m ashamed and nearsighted, my only love

is the ready loam in my innerspring garden