Cuddle

staggers inn
what is thought to be
love illustrious flower state
gaudy and
godly the dogs are
attracted to the decay inside
hollow bellied for the maggots
profluent life cycles little things perpetuating

i couldn't see you

eyes emerge from the skull as sun
spots a willow weeping loss
ratios in jars of formaldehyde
cuddles with a pillow at night

and imagines sometimes
that

it is an

angel