Josie Schoel

Collected Angelic - the anxiety of acquisition


If you count when you move through
the length of a tunnel, you should be
on the lookout for someone domestic.
Just for the purpose of anchoring
thought and the occasional tragedy.
Then the battle is half way over
and you can slay the both of you,
even, still, even.

The wings are at the center of the chest.
They are difficult to release. When given
the space they will open and rise.
This spot, in this rising, is where it
accumulates. Here, the land can rise to
meet you. Here, the fluttering staircase
        can rise to meet you.

Unsphere me. Kind soul. Ride that beast into the
dark woods across from your red house. Crawl
up the hill; I am still sitting on the granite step.

If we are able to find a home or a grave, I say move,
I say dig. If this is the only way to find blue blue
light, warped by the object of your affection, I
say warp, I say dig and move.