a dusty thing from the junk drawer of poetry

i had forgotten this until DRN said something about flowers blooming slowly by gravestones. then i thought, “wait a fucking second-i wrote that. i have that somewhere” and here it is:
One in One
were we angels
(have we fallen)
down to the level of mortals and trees
where flowers bloom slowly by gravestones.
we were unearthly
(sight unseen)
approachable by children
who see [...]

the truth that neither of us own

When you say how poor you are,
they will think of all the bills I paid,
thru two Junes and a December.
And when you say you can’t make it due to mechanical difficulties,
they will think of all the miles I drove.
When you grumble about hunger,
they will wonder at your weight gain
from all the meals I put in [...]