the name
Angel Face
never seemed to fit Angel Face.
first,
there was that
scar that ran from under her chin,
to just
over her right eye.
then
there was that skin
that looked like a pot of boiling soup.
Angel
could whistle
by the time she was two
and
claimed
to remember the day she was born.
she
worked
the counter
late nights at Manny’s,
had
a collection of hairs
from a Persian cat that died three years ago
and loved
her god-damn little boy
with a force that made all the sense in the world.
John Yamrus is an American poet. His latest book of poetry Twenty Four Poems (Meat For Tea Press, 2023) is available through Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Twenty-Four-Poems-John-Yamrus/dp/B0BRCC2LTW/ref=sr_1_1?qid=1677577221&refinements=p_27%3AJohn+Yamrus&s=books&sr=1-1
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