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Julieta Caldas
Angel Noise
A rabbit flopped out of god's palm tonight, as if to say
We are in the middle days of some quite improbable times.
It looks bad but this isn't exactly the half of it –
I am reaching out to tell thee.
Everyone was busy making the nightly rounds,
The grand tour of foamed glass on wooden tables
Pouring out modest thirds of their bedroom terror.
The tears welled in waves that didn’t break:
Bunny, we are spending our lives with strange people.
Fucking and not being changed by it.
The theory is attention as absolution,
Romance at best as cold hand upon forehead.
We are only quaking animals in jackets borrowed from heaven.
We could stand to get beside ourselves
But it's hard, and so much lasts forever
That who in the living water will bubble the glass?
When she hopped up her lilac stairs to the clouds,
It rattled the gold in our tankards.
Like a bell she said I will be down soon, and won't forget you.
I write hymns for the deficient.
In the sky she left a neon sign, implying
Something like “fear’s such a strange conclusion.”
The glow of it reflected in our wobbling eyes.
We were part of a soon-to-be no-longer-ongoing situation,
Having an easy life and a peaceful day.
Things were about to end that had not started.
What she said we knew we would never remember –
That's what was tight about it. back