Where Wingless Angels Go Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

Where Wingless Angels Go



My fourth!
And my tongue had just orbited,
around the pleats of my lips
to my marinated fingertip;
it’s Smirnoff!
Then my spy-eyes spotted a thief,
who stole this smile,
an angel without wings
in heaven of drunken me.
My last.
We left.

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