The Anatomy of Angels

Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites

not seraphim. The angel that up-ended

Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,

stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,

and was adept at wrestling. She wore

a cobra like a girdle. Yet his bone

mending he spent some several tedious weeks

marking the bed they’d shared, with a great stone.