POEMS

 ever see
an angel
have a panic attack
it ain’t pretty
feathers
everywhere you get the picture
now replace angel
with poem
what I mean is words matter
they ARE the poem
which means every word is an angel
and apparently
every angel
is terrifying
hence the panic attacks
so slow down
baby sit with me
let’s fold time
like clean t-shirts
then when we’re through
with time
lean in
and kiss me
like every weather ever happening at once