sometimes sometimes i get to thinking and i see visions of pretty painted women lining up to replace me in his mind a queue of catholic-school cuties participating in plaid pornography just to spite this jealous freak dropped calls and disconnections come to mind does he hang up because he knows i have no hang-ups does he stay away because he knows i’ll keep coming back? i think of sky-sent seraphim women waiting to spirit him away from ruined ex-angels like me i think of broken promises and shattered dreams repeating to myself that it’s all me the reason he has fallen the reason i stay down here the reason he’s about to fly away but then sometimes i get to thinking that he still wears my ring back to poetry home