The Angel in My Cupboard
The angel living in my cupboard
doesn’t flaunt angel hair
his mane looking rather like
a spoonful of whipped cream cheese
the angel hidden in my cupboard
is most visible when the evening light
penetrates the room through
the sealed high window
the angel squatting in my cupboard
dresses with the dust that flies off
the rice bags
and has snout beetles for breakfast
the angel lying down in my cupboard
has asked me for help to fix his broken wings
but none of the materials he listed
are available on Amazon
the angel stiffening in my cupboard
flaps his wings as if conjuring
Prometheus and Icarus
to no avail
the angel in my cupboard
formerly crafted of light and specks
is becoming solid as rock
except that rocks don’t cry.
Lucía Damacela’s work has appeared in venues such as Poetry Quarterly, Mulberry Fork Review, Sein und Werden, and Bunbury Magazine. Lucía currently lives in Singapore with her family, blogs athttps://notesfromlucia.wordpress.com/ and tweets as @lucyda.