I don't know if I have any analysis to share, but I will say that the end of this poem really struck me: I dodged a bullet. I really enjoyed the poem though, it's got some pretty amazing imagery and for the reasons stated above, that last bit really resonated with me. I hear in heaven
the angel has a harelip
I once wrote a song called "Hair Lip". I was born with a cleft pallet and according to the doctors, I had a harelip that healed in utero. I was born with a hairline scar that ran from my left nostril down to my lip, where the gap would have been. and she is willing to watch you shake.
Oh, wow, that's incredibly interesting. I love the duality of hare/hair for your hairline scar. I think a lot of the images are related to falling short of expectations: everything is anticlimactic, even hell and heaven. I also found an interview with Metzger about the piece that's on the same site. I wasn't able to listen to it all right now, but the beginning sounded interesting. http://catchandrelease.columbiajournal.org/2014/10/31/writing-a-living-1-elizabeth-metzger/