At the craft store, two angel wings
reveal themselves under the sheer
shirt of the girl in front of me.
Clear indigo lines etched over both
shoulder blades and beyond, each feather
meticulously outlined. I remember her
apple-white skin, chestnut hair, the sound
of coins clinking and her slipping away
swinging her bag of purchases:
feathers, glitter, and glue.
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