With Angel Gabriel

The friendship between

nail and noose is

careful, refined.

Outside the pharmacy,

a pale and rain-soaked line.

What I know in my head

I do not know in my wrists

that hide a way of love.

The tree is held up by a cable

wrapped around Gabe’s hand

at the other end.

On the tree,

a sign nailed in

“Welcome.”

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