In Baltimore the air breathes snow, swirls angels --

inside, galleries and galleries of Monets, and ravished Rubens,

so many fevered Magdalenes, posed on damask wallpaper.

Snow fills turreted windows,

skirts the dirty city

in a swirling gown. The children in warm sweaters

craft paper angels, foiled gold and silver --
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I take a polaroid, glue each smiling face on top.

They glitter their wings — then go
Elizabeth Mercurio earned an MFA in poetry from The Solstice Low-Residency Program of Pine Manor College. Her work has appeared in Third Point Press, Philadelphia Stories, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The Literary Nest, Fledgling Rag, Martin Lake Journal, Poems2go, and the Lily Poetry Review. She was nominated for a Best of the Net nomination and was the 2016 recipient of The Sharon Olds Fellowship for Poetry. Her chapbook Doll is currently available from Lily Poetry Review Books.
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