Fat Angel

Your eyes are soft in the dark
Your hair a bright
dirty blonde

Your skin glows in the light
Your breasts round

I hold you in the dark and you say it feels right.
But your husband is away.

And we were so blind.
Together.

I walked across the camera line
a black jacket against a black fence against time

And we finally put it all into place
You've got yours.

I've got mine.

I lost myself.
So long ago.


And I have so much road
to travel along

When I let go
of the wheel

Do angels fly over
My self driving car


I stop.


And get high
from a pipe
in the shape of Venus of Willendorf