tall, slight girl in the breakroom

 



she was standing at the
counter,
spreading peanut butter
on freshly made toast.

her hair pulled up, the back
of her shirt low enough to
see part of a tattoo...

the arch of angel wings.

she wanted to fly,

but was grounded with
peanut butter and toast
in the useless morning.

this tall, slight girl,

this delicate bird with
wings of skin and ink
searching for a paper
sky to write flight
upon

and escape.