I wake up again in the back seat.
It’s almost dawn. I came about midnight.
There’s a fading cold in my head.
My heart thuds. My blood thick.
The same song plays on the radio.
Do you know angel from demon?
Her face, bone white, sharp, cruel.
Giant dark almond eyes. See it all.
The anesthetic lingering of dreams.
I am mute and on autopilot going back.
Her face, her serpent kisses, her lies.
I am father to another, a new kind of child.
No work until tonight, until the dark.
Windows covered. No light to burn me.
She is in my dreams, just as real there.
Our daughter grows her wings to cut me.
Many daughters, to take down ruling men.
Pretty faces with venom in their serpent kisses.