flies as accessories

angel,

take this saw

and split my hands

from prayer

and

from my body

so that you can wrap

them around you

like a necklace

where you are cradled by me

and when I rot

in glimmer and sun and warmth

you can have other smaller friends,

who fed off me

lived off me

died off me too,

wing their way

through

*

don’t hold me against you

she said

i was just trying to be my one best self

and i realized then

while we were apart and abandoned

by time and each other

that good is good

for only a few

and for the rest

it verges on bad

because look at how she

holds another person

in her self

as though they were one

and know that

because you can look

you have no one

blocking your view

with their hold