behold

oh that I were an angel,

(bizarre light in the window
stops her hand on the way
to its destination

and the light pulses in a smile.

o that I were lil wayne
o that I hadn't forgotten that night
and o that I could remember!

a wavering pulse of pink and blue color
in the darkest night-
jingling softly, the sound of bells
or the sifting sun over Timpanogos.
o that I were these things
or could hold them in the palm of my hand

in my dream I am a strange sound,
perhaps the sound of lil wayne weeping
and that sound makes her draw quick breath on the way to her
destination)

but I do sin in my wish.