Fallen Angel

My shoulder blades itch
where wings used to be.

I read the Bible backwards
to unravel Christianity.

If I concentrate, I levitate
inches from the floor.

In a past life I was a harpy
who tormented sailors.

In a future life I will be a rain
cloud billowing into a storm.

I dream of milkweed floss
and wind-tossed feathers.

I dream of floating above
the earth and wake as I fall.

Dana Knott’s writing has recently appeared in The American Journal of Poetry, Ethel Zine, FERAL, Hyacinth Review, Parhelion, and Rejection Letters. Currently, she works as an academic library director in Ohio, and is the editor of tiny wren lit. You can follow her on Twitter at @dana_a_knott