I am not the angel Venus calls me or mud removed impurity

Here are the second, third, and fourth stanzas of a new poem, “I am not the angel Venus calls me or mud removed impurity”:

my wildness not scorched, but

I still feel like a smoking baseball glove

after the catch

I am an angel who slips in mud

who likes the feel of it

the squish

I lie in mud

make mud angels

mud cream

© 13 December 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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