Joyce Ellen Davis
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WI: A Letter

I knew a woman lovely in her bones
                    —Theodore Roethke

Dear Omniscient Whomever,

I know a man unlovely in his bones,
by any human measures, of ill health,

and filled with parasites, with body parts
as rotted as the pistons of an old

Plymouth, still, sweet in his pure and tender
soul, who would be raised from his sickbed by

angels, sharp-edged but in no great hurry,
spinning on their graceful harpy wings like

falling-down galaxies. He raises his
obscene middle finger toward the coat-rack

in the corner, in the half-light, spinning.
I know how it is, how space flight is a

risky business. I wonder why in a
universe where angels dance with ions

in a hundred visions and revisions,
Prufrock-like, why is this final, deadly

apparition not an angel? Would not
an angel, any angel, even an

unlovely one be better than this per-
verse revolving coat-rack in the corner?

With Love,
Pepek

joyce

Joyce Ellen Davis is from Salt Lake City, Utah. She was born and raised in the heart of the Mojave Desert in California.  She traveled for two years as an actress with the Bishop’s Company, American Repertory Theater before settling down to college life and graduating from the University of Utah. She is the mother of five and grandmother of eight outstanding  people. Her first novel, Chrysalis, won a $5,000 publication award from the Utah Arts Council and was nominated for the American Book Award. Her second novel, Life Mask, was published in 2014. Her poetry books include Pepek the Assassin and A Book of Fours. More of her published work is available through Lulu.com