Stores Sell Padded Bras for Toddlers

I’ve never met an angel, but I know
fear better than I understand gravity,

some formula that keeps us from careening
into the waiting abyss. Are all the calm folks

angel-touched and anchored?
Whatever light I’m missing,

I know terror
has its own wings. How they beat

in the belly, teach
the law of boy and prey.

What would it feel like
to be a woman, and whole?

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