typical hairy biped

I have two wings on fire
imaginary thankfully
spreading from the sides
of my head, instead of
my back, instead of
a halo,
and also

a halo cocked
at a rakish angel

whose gold harp lacks
half the strings.
So I told her, take mine.

Heartstrings!
Now she gives
them a pluck, strum,
running arpeggios,
glissando cascades,
and of course

I can't feel them
directly anymore

(torn out)

but when she plays?
I can hear the places
they used to tug.

It's amazing how sound
can make feeling

ugh

sometimes ugh
can be deeply,
gloriously
dug