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