A man asks me to be the angel
who tops his family tree, watches over humans
comforts unhappy husbands
the angel with low expectations: “men will be men”
I buy myself a green, layered cape
something to wear in my women’s creative dance class
On Winter Solstice, I am a swirl of tree
the women join hands and circle me
my arms are snowy fir boughs
alive with squirrels and birds
Meet Mago Contributor, Andrea Nicki.