see a little boy looked at me
as I tilted my feet over the creek , and said to me What are you doing ?
I told him , for I am testing my wings .
He said , What wings I can't see them ?
I told him , you can't see em because I am still on the ground
he said that isn't possibly , Humans can't fly
I told him , I am angel
he said , My mom most have been one too , she jumped a week ago . Does that make me immortal .
I said , it makes you mortal
He said , How come ?
I said ,The devil didn't choose you ,God only takes the ones , with the razor marks
He said , What are razor marks
I said , Those are marks done by the devil , strikes in the middle of the night , when the quiet whispers the lonely .
He said , I think I have those too , ( he slipped up his sleeves and he showed me his marks he carved his mothers name Dahalia )
I asked him , What does your devil look like
He said , it was long and sliver with handle on it , sharp enough to cut through skin , He said what does yours look like
I said , mine is , a doubled edge with a slant bar , the blade is slightly curved , I said does yours ever talk ?
He said , It only says the things I know to be true , Mother is dead , and you couldn't save her , What does your say ?
I said , Mine tells me , I am dead , and no one can save you , Do you think angels go to heaven or hell ?
He said , Heaven Because only sinners understand heaven , Hell is place for people , who hurt gods angels . you gonna jump Now
I said , My wings won't open
He said , Neither can Mine , Lets try
we stood There for five mintues with our hands stretched outward , waiting for the wind to catch us .
He turned to me , he said , shaking and crying with disbelif , Momma was angel , wasnt she ? could've took me with her , to meet the man upstairs .
I giggled , and put my hand in my pocket and a lit cigar , and watched the smoke fade in the air , and mumbled , angels...