, hearts hooked, tucked in the ripple of a blanket,
rest distended, sour, floating, bring us back a morning,
a glass eye suspended in sleep, the memory of my neck
hollowed in yours,
Rinse my tomb with feathers left over from when
An angel un-angeled.
Whet my tongue on the pumice stone you found when
child-you reached into the mouth of a volcano.
Reach into its cavity and see if there’s still a smile.