She bleeds again today so you are not yet a worldly thing: invisible\u2014
\ntrue: only between two people. Angels do not deal with a concept.<\/p>\n
Now she and I will have a drink we have not had before, wait in the thick
\nair of the next week, like sea fog, afraid to speak of where the tender shore<\/p>\n
washes away like a dream. Why do you move from shore? Why do you
\nnot rise out of the ocean on a turtle\u2019s back to us? She is crying again today;<\/p>\n
she is in bed, on the phone; she is in the shower a long time. I have found a way
\nfor us to do work together: she tells me where to plant the lavender, <\/p>\n
sedum, coreopsis, and I plant them. Do angels care? They are singing
\nin the day-sleep of our sorrow. They are planting shrubs when there is <\/p>\n
a life\u2019s work to complete; but to be complete there is no more work to be done,
\nexcept for the waiting of a new opportunity. She is now under the stars. To think <\/p>\n
there is a man or a woman up there that I cannot see, that will be a part of me.
\nIf you do not get here I will split the angels down their backs and rescue you <\/p>\n
from inside. Take as many as I must to keep from burying you again.
\nNow she and I are in bed, silent; hear the rafters and studs <\/p>\n
rub the sheetrock and snap as their shape changes, as the house cools
\nin the night \u2013 another lonely night of dreams, another waking <\/p>\n
to frustration, another day of emptiness. How we have been wasted,
\nsitting in front of the curtain of our own desire. You are sitting there, <\/p>\n
somewhere in the theater of our heart. There are two angels cut from stone,
\none has a shield, one a head-lamp and forceps. Tell me angels, tell me<\/p>\n
how the beginning should be. Tell me, what is it to feel and never see?
\nShow me the way up the cliff where she and I can dive into an ocean. <\/p>\n
Speak to me when it rains again and stars fall. Address your plan
\nto walk me between you held by the elbows. Tell me where we will go. <\/p>\n
She bleeds again today so you are not yet a worldly thing: invisible\u2014 true: only between two people. Angels do not deal with a concept. Now she and I will have a drink we have not had before, wait in the thick air of the next week, like sea fog, afraid to speak of where […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":354,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[47],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6Jypy-angels","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12629"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/354"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12629"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12629\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12685,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12629\/revisions\/12685"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12629"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12629"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12629"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}