by Neil Ellman
So many angels can spin
on the head of a pin
a
thin
pin
swirling their petticoats
round and round
the eye of a pin
in dizzying circles
never falling off
or losing feathers
as they spin
their curvish dervish dance
skin to skin
sans
skin
sans
sin
spinning on the head
of a pin
can’t stop
not knowing
where they’ve been
or why they dance
on the head of pin.
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