What the fuck’s an angel?

I am of the deep-seated belief that HUMANS
are really angels whose wings have been cut off
for daring to have human appetites, you know
in terms of food and sex and art, and
hatred for others who like
food and sex and art.

I am of the deep-seated belief that HUMANS
are really quite proud of their bare shoulder blades,
the skin puckered where abstinence
was forgotten