Feminist angels decry boudoir-pink banalities,
buttock-curved seated figures, that resemble them
not in the least. At the most swishes of blurred colour
are all that humans, with their faltering flicker-fusion
threshold, can see when, in their carelessness,
passing angels flap their wings lazily, warp
the refractive properties of air and suck erotic pink
and regal gold from blue sky, from white clouds,
from God's eye, the sun.
Roy Beckemeyer is from Wichita, Kansas. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals including The Midwest Quarterly, Kansas City Voices, The North Dakota Review, and I-70 Review, and in anthologies such as "Begin Again: 150 Kansas Poems," (Woodley Memorial Press, 2011) and "To the Stars through Difficulties: A Kansas Renga," (Mammoth Press,2012). Two of his poems were nominated for the 2016 Pushcart Prize competition. His debut collection of poems, "Music I Once Could Dance To," published in 2014 by Coal City Review and Press, was selected as a 2015 Kansas Notable Book Award by the State Library of Kansas and the Kansas Center for the Book.
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