With barbs through my swollen lips,
I told huge lies
about an angel.
With a cracked skull, I said every wicked thought I had,
to the wind,
to the wind.
The angel warned every neighbor and cousin about my evil.
and swept her reptile tail discreetly out of sight.
I ran, such an ugly girl that the sun turned away,
and the clouds
abandoned white for shroudy gray.
No one believed anything I said--
not the stupid, swaying trees,
not the flimsy hollow-boned birds,
not the thin air I spread my screams into.
No one, until I found her in the crack-glassed mirror,
spit on by Apollo,
disregarded and accurate--