Mary Ellen Redmond

THE SISTER OF ICARUS

At the craft store, two angel wings
reveal themselves under the sheer
shirt of the girl in front of me.

Clear indigo lines etched over both
shoulder blades and beyond, each feather
meticulously outlined. I remember her

apple-white skin, chestnut hair, the sound
of coins clinking and her slipping away

swinging her bag of purchases:
feathers, glitter, and glue.

—from Rattle #37, Summer 2012