Archangel

It’s dark in here,
your halo looks flat as a plate.
Maybe we’re still there. Was that lightning?

You look like a cat when you sleep.
I’m not sleeping. You reading?
I’m looking for this poem,

about a cat—wait a minute—
Go on.
You can read to me all you want.

That time it was lightning.
Is it you? Rolling the green grass back?
I love it when you smile like that.

Is this the white dawn, Angel, in the book?
It’s dawn. Look.
Where are they bringing that rock back?

Where are you going?