and creak and groan
ancient limbs
knobby joints
weary roots
curved spines
the angels that stroke our vocal chords
get bored and walk away
to new voices
the angels that used to sit at our feet
stop kissing your cheek
and walk out the door
because the wind
that shakes the trees
rattles your bones,
sit in your chair
place a peppermint
on your tongue
and look at the beige wall
the woman down the hall
hums a tune you've forgotten
this is great. like really beautiful.