ARIEL ANGELO

ARIEL ANGELO’S FACE HAS A GRAVEYARD GLOW HER LIPS ARE TRANSLUCENT AND HER EYES ARE LIKE CROWS
ARIEL ANGELO WORKS AT THE STOP AND GO ON NORTH 52 SHE WORKS 9 UNTIL CLOSE
WHEN SHE GETS OFF SHE DOES PEPPERMINT SCHNAPPS A FEW SHOTS FROM THE BOTTLE TILL IT REACHES HER TOES
AS THEY PRESS TO THE PEDAL OF HER 70 DODGE TIL IT BARKS, ROLLS OVER, WAGS A TAIL OF BLUE SMOKE

ARIEL ANGELO’S FACE THROUGH HER CAR WINDOW IS MUTE AS A CROSS AND AS SILENT AS STONE
BUT IF YOU ASKED FOR HER THOUGHTS SHE’D SAY NEBRASKA IS FLAT AND SHE’LL NEVER GO BACK THERE SO DON’T CALL IT HER HOME
IT’S NOT THAT SHE HATED HER FRIENDS OR HER KIN OR HER JOB OR HER LIFE OR HER LOVER RAMONA
IT’S JUST THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT MOUNTAINS MAKES HER FEEL LIKE SHE’S LOVING AND THERE’S SOMETHING SHE LOVES ABOUT LIVING ALONE

ARIEL ANGELO STARES OUT THE WINDOW OF HER TINY TIN TRAILER ON THE EDGE OF PROVO
SHE’LL GET UP IN A MINUTE WITH A TRANSLUCENT GRIN AND SHE’LL CALL INTO WORK ON ACCOUNT OF THE SNOW
THERE’S PLENTY TO DO IN HER LITTLE TIN IGLOO SHE’S LEARNING ITALIAN SHE’S LEARNING TROMBONE
SHE’S LEARNING TO GROW INDICA IN HER CLOSET I’VE SEEN HER LIGHTS BUT I PRETEND I DON’T KNOW

YES I’M IN LOVE WITH ARIEL ANGELO BUT SHE WON’T HAVE NONE OF THAT LOVE STUFF FROM ME
SHE SAYS SHE’S RICH SHE SAYS SHE’S HAPPY SHE WON’T LET ME FIX HER DODGE FOR FREE
SHE SAID FOR ME TO TELL YOU IF YOU STOP FOR GAS SOME NIGHT DON’T TREAT HER LIKE SHE’S STUPID OR SAD OR NAIVE
SHE SAYS SHE’S GOT ONE HELL OF AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE
SHE SAYS THAT THAT’S ALL THAT SHE NEEDS TO BELIEVE.

winter 96 florida/georgia
© 1996 MYSHKIN