In a town of cynics and misfits
what appeals less to people
than the possibility of angels?
Except maybe love
there is nothing that conjures more anger.
The greater the gift the further the fall.
Interesting fact: I don’t have an ex.
Not officially anyway.
We never broke up. We just drifted apart
like teeth growing in crooked.
Eventually we found ourselves
next to sharper incisors.
But each called me, as most men do
in the beginning,
angel, sweetheart, soul mate.
Some dates end in bed, others
in heaven. Do you understand
any part of Revelation, or what a virtuous person does
when tempted? When we meet
sing a song; I will tell you whether
we’re compatible or not.
I’m in hell today. Tomorrow I may relocate.
All I’m asking for is company. All I want
when this performance ends
is someone to throw a bouquet.
I want to be kissed hard and hear
a familiar voice say they knew me when
I had a face.


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Michael Schmeltzer earned his MFA from the Rainier Writing Workshop. His honors include numerous Pushcart Prize nominations, the Gulf Stream Award for Poetry, and the Blue Earth Review Flash Fiction Prize. He runs amok on staff at A River & Sound Review and his work can be found in Rattle, [PANK], Vinyl, and Mid-American Review, among others. You can find him on Twitter at @mschmeltzer01.