arms race

your arms shotguns show their weight.
the heavy safety builds tension
slipping
softly
slowly you
break, but

skull.is.a.battered.garment.is.a.tear.off.is.a.slip.is
a membrane

is in frenzy, and the tendrils fear wings easily
sewing them into patterns.
the pieces of you that comprise you reach for the sky.
they flutter slow
& god Himself would lay down his angels at your mercy
i lay down with angels too
my darling

the safety on.
alms, given grace.
use the shotguns to grab hold;
let go.