What Can Happen to Women and Men Honey honey the call is for war And it's wild wild wild wild —Patti Smith “Ask the Angels” I never met an angel I didn’t like. The one who knits hats for newborns, the one humming delusions to the broken world, forlorn angels pacing the room, pulling out their own wings, feather by feather, stone angels crumbling beneath the pure arch of love, even the worst angel there ever was, I liked him especially, with his motorcycle and stolen jewelry, his murderous thugs. I rode with him down the fiery path, never asking for more than the opposite of what we had, the good reasons, and the master plan— which he failed to fully envision. Once, he gave me Patti Smith and Lou Reed as examples of what can happen to women and men who believe deeply in upheaval— transcendence, a new form. He made me think I even liked the idea of betrayal, and for awhile I sang those kind of songs.
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