Rummager by Angelica Fuse



He moves, travels
through his own
world of cast off

Some would
say he has wings
on his back,
a guardian angel
sent here to test
our faith
in humanity

I just say he
smells like piss.

Angelica Fuse about Angelica Fuse
Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. She drinks red wine and reads by an imaginary fire.

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