The angel was standing

Against the wall outside my room

With string bean skull fucked eyes

I was nervously waiting

For one of the sisters to

Change my mattress crawling with

Bugs from Madagascar to the bay of

Sunday

The angel of the skull

Said

Don’t worry

Turned and went back

In his room

And shut

The door

No laying on of hands

No hallelujah frenzy

Just another scared soul

Offering solace

To another scared soul

In a place that

Never slept.