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--