THE ANGELS

The angels are laughing at you.

They are looking down

from up high

and they are watching your steps

and they are aware of your mistakes

and they are wailing over your hijinks.

They find you funny,

your desperate stabs at happiness,

your incessant experiments with failure.

They wonder why you spend so much time

climbing up the hill

only to come crashing down again

so comically,

so consistently.

The angels are amused.

The angels are smirking.

The angels are laughing at you

from above.

I know.

I heard them.