wounded angel
I set the oscillating fan on the second
of three settings
blowing warm air straight through
the wounded angel
I don’t think she’s breathing
I say while trying to make the fan oscillate
I don’t know if angels actually breathe she said
wrapping a cold press across his forehead
aren’t angels supposed to be helping us
I say pressing button after button
would you just leave that damn thing alone
she said and help me move her
back into the shade
that damn sun keeps moving I say
he’s not looking so hot
shouldn’t we call 9-1-1 or something
no we’re not going to call 9-1-1 she said
what are you fucking crazy
july two thousand seventeen
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