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
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