Banishing the Angels
Dana Levin
And then the cloud passed and a light came rushing down the steps
of the subway, and blazed up against the phone booth standing in the corner,
and inside it was a girl talking on the phone, all lit up amid the grime
of the subway, and when I saw her I wanted her to be
an angel, I wanted her with wings inside the station, to say
"the angel on the phone" and see it softly beating, old newspapers
at its feet
and no one noticing, white and gold in the dirty glass, blazing religious
in the piss and exhaust, an oddity bright in the life of the phone booth,
and angel in a box in the filtered sun, where I was
straining to look back at the light rushing down,
at the girl who was not an angel talking on the phone,
in the real light of the unmystical sun, thinking
the girl who is not an angel is something to believe--
the phone booth in the sunlight, something to believe--
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