Someone comes to you in the middle of the night and says, there is not much time left my brother. So you hug each other in one of the ways angels can, cry together like angels do, and know that tonight will be your last chance to do this. When your lion face crumbles to ashes, you crouch next to one of the homeless women you pass every morning on the street, slowly turning his pennies into fifty dollars, his change in a can of tomato soup, and again his change into a toothbrush size along the way.. You don't even realize it's gone until you see the remaining quarter melt and feel so exhausted you can't make it into a winter jacket, the instant your soft face crumbles to sand, you pluck the weeds from the neighboring flowerbed, separate the dandelions from the basil. and reddish brown from cabbage. The neighbor is an old man with gray hair, brittle bones, very calm and gentle eyes, brings you a glass of lemonade, but the moment you drink it, a sharp pain hits your throat, and at the same second, your mouth fills with water. Quartz grains that you will later drink spit into the grass, you are careful to avoid the flowerbed. When your eagle face crumbles to salt, you get drunk on rum and drown in the boy you secretly admired a year ago. Then there you touch him with your non-ordinary hand and he shudders like a harp. He touches your very, very warm hand and you rise like molten gold except suddenly there is a burning pain in your stomach. You clutched your stomach, but it's too late now. Your hands are covered in white and your face is filled with tears. He pulls you tighter into his warm embrace, kisses your forehead instead of your forehead, and whispers shhh, shhh, shhh, until you finally fall, sick, into sleep. Someone comes to you in the middle of the night and says, there is not much time left my brother. So you hug each other in one of the ways angels can, cry together like angels do, and know that tonight will be your last chance to do this. When your lion face crumbles to ashes, you crouch next to one of the homeless women you pass every morning on the street, slowly turning his pennies into fifty dollars, his change in a can of tomato soup, and again his change into a toothbrush size along the way. . You don't even realize it's gone until you see the remaining quarter melt and feel so exhausted you can't make it into a winter jacket, the instant your soft face crumbles to sand, you pluck the weeds from the neighboring flowerbed, separate the dandelions from the basil. and reddish brown from cabbage. The neighbor is an old man with gray hair, brittle bones, very calm and gentle eyes, brings you a glass of lemonade, but the moment you drink it, a sharp pain hits your throat, and at the same second, your mouth fills with water. Quartz grains that you will later drink spit into the grass, you are careful to avoid the flowerbed. When your eagle face crumbles to salt, you get drunk on rum and drown in the boy you secretly admired a year ago. Then there you touch him with your non-ordinary hand and he shudders like a harp. He touches your very, very warm hand and you rise like molten gold except suddenly there is a burning pain in your stomach. You clutched your stomach, but it's too late now. Your hands are covered in white and your face is filled with tears. He pulls you tighter into his warm embrace, kisses your forehead instead of your forehead, and whispers shhh, shhh, shhh, until you finally fall, sick, into sleep.
