DREAMT

of that head nurse

that one who’s tall and free

with

bright eyes and a fast tongue

who

leans in and down when

she

talks

that striped skirt she wore spun like a carousel

dreamt she is

in

my bike shop

buying body armour and steel

trying it on

by the counter choosing wings

and

talking happily of the clean fight

to

come

she is ageless

I’M AN ANGEL

she

is

saying to me