Otro Ángel

The other day I didn’t recognize myself
with all this makeup.
The mysterious difference I was looking for
was right there. Right there.

Now that I’m living someone else’s dream,
I don’t know if someone’s hiding in my pillow.
I’m scared that the wind will blow
too hard and strip my face bare.

I open my arms like a city Christ
and wonder what happened to the world.
What a strange arrow pointed the way,
if we’ve already lived half an eternity.

I found an angel on the street.
I walked up and asked him about heaven.
He looked at me and pointed out some men.
He said God was feeling regretful.
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