and God said,

you should have followed
the dusty sunlight
through the stained glass

looked for dangling legs
followed the razor-winged
angels

whose legs floated far above
your own

you could have caught
them with your tongue

but you chose to rest
when the color of the sky
could have been orange

you were too busy hiding in the clouds
so you couldn't see it

you would have been a good person
if not for the furnace
(something you thought was love)
that burned your face

(then I realized
I was the ventriloquist)


from a couple of old easystreet prompts...