Idle Angels

I no longer resent my idle angelscozy and sipping their teaon new moon nightscasually talking over the soundsof my muffled tears. Yet when it wasthe 10 year old insomniac,the depressed mother cradling her newborn in shame,and the married woman with an appointmentat the clinictheir chairs were the thunder claps you heardas they leapt to my …