My
wings fell off today, so I folded them gently
Sad
to see them brown and ragged, I put them in the closet
With
my broken vows and the other tarnished relics of my former
sainthood
It
was you who made me lose my wings
And
though I know you don't approve
I
went outside and had another cigarette
Watching the sickly sweet smoke circle my head
in cloudy rings
For
what else is a fallen angel to do but sit here and think of her
lives,
past
and future
Of
things broken and rotting in the closet. And dream
For
there is much to be that I could not hope to approach
On
wings