11/06

becoming a sky
so close to crashing

today every car
was so close to crashing--
they stepped 
on each other's heels
& observing from
my parked green volvo
i leaned the seat back 
& watched over them--
a guardian angel--
keep my wings 
in the glove box--
a black-hoodie man
stepped
in between cars--
rush of pavement 
around him-- yes
right there-- that's
god-- he's
down here again 
wanting some sort 
of sky--
wanting to touch those 
hesitant winds
chasing every single
truck down
headlight glistening
highway--
he stands between
it all--
a trapeze artist
on the double
yellow lines &
every single car
was so close
to smacking right
into god-- 
snapping all his bones--
he'd crumble--
become a plastic bag--
ghostly dance
above 
traffic--
i wonder what 
that must feel like?
cars whirling around
you-- radio
tunes gliding--
paper airplane
songs-- what that
must feel like to
have to come 
all the way down
here just for a sky--
i imagine
him-- god in his black
hoodie sitting
on the end of
a cloud-- his angels
have headlights--
he leans back 
& there is no
such thing
as the sky in heaven--
the sky in
his own body-- there
everyone goes--
surveying the contours 
of his skin-- tucks
hands inside pockets
& as night falls so 
do stars glow beneath
his flesh--
i feel bad for my god--
catching a septa 
bus to come down here
on this cloudy 
grey day just to
glimpse red tail lights--
just to feel goose bumps
as cars//angels
dance around him--
oh he was never in
any danger--
i pull my knees
into my chest
& wonder if my
car is one of those
cars that's also
so close to crashing--
so close to becoming
a tin can smashed 
under my father's
heel on the driveway--
i'm trying to see
the grace in
it all & not
the crashes & the
broken glass
& my god standing 
there watching
in his black black
hoodie-- 
today the sky believes
in rain 
even though it never
comes--
today i open
my glove box
only to check
to make sure my guardian
angel 
wings are still inside
in case i need 
to use them--
today god was a trapeze
artist &
i not quite an angel
or a man &
every single car
was so close
to becoming a sky--

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