Angel’s Telegram An angel whispers in my ear: It’s okay. Her words like clockwork melt the worries in my soul, because a soul was not built to worry, not meant to house toxic fog but rather sail on night mists. I see angel lighthouse signals; their still, small morse code reaches my heart and the morning comes, a welcoming mother, facilitating a sense of wonder. I recycle J. Alfred Prufrock’s business card, because I am a loveable fool but he will never again tell me that it’s a crime to disturb the universe. I’ll eat a peach, live like a peach, and be peachy. I’ll drive to Georgia and eat all the sweet peaches I can get my hands on, because the angel whispered in my ear, left a telegram that reads: Hello, stop. You’re beautiful, stop. And as for all of the doubt, stop.
Jessica Mattox is a PhD student in English at Old Dominion University and an adjunct English professor. In addition to writing poetry, she is passionate about the teaching and learning of technical/professional communication and first-year composition. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Last Leaves Magazine, The Album at Hollins University, Exit 109 at Radford University, and others. In addition, her academic scholarship has been published in the Virginia English Journal.
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