Angel

Florence Mango

I look up

and my eyes run soft.

I drip with liquid soap–

Am I sparkling?

Squeaky clean?

Am I just the way you thought I’d be?

 

Your face, affirmative,

but bent, maybe.

It hides behind a crooked tooth

that humbles you.

 

Oh,

you are humbled,

but I am subdued.

 

I look back down.

  • Author: Florence Mango (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2022 10:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Looking for validation from those who can't give it to you.
  • Category: Love
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