a poem made out of a shirt made from angel wings
I altered your shirt made
from angel wings and now
this poem is made of
that shirt. it only took me
31 years to make it and
yeah that places this poem
in time but poetry exists
outside of time, just like God
exists outside of time, just
like angels exist outside of
time. when I tell u I’ll
love you forever, I really
mean I’ll love you for
fucking ever. after God
is dead and angels go
extinct and everyone
realizes time doesn’t
matter is physical. We
made outside of time
with God watching as
I crawled in your mouth.
