Angels of Darkness, Angels of Light
Poetry by Travis Stephens
If there are angels
I hope they stay awake
when the band has played all night
& the near bartender is running out of ice
& the bartender with red lipstick
might not be an angel, but might
be one, who knows, while one
other possible angel sits
so very straight with her warm
glass of wine & she seems to
be listening closely to my practiced line
of bullshit, she list…
