Le Jennifer is Not a Religious Woman; However

In the white morning
I stare at the windowsill
An angel the size of my thumb
Has there been damage to my brain
I do not remember?

Is it okay, mom, that my altar
Is my windowsill? I am still
Fresh. I was a girl
We took an airplane
(we took an airplane)
from the living room
to the kitchen

(our toenails were red
the house stunk of alcohol)
And back again
To the living room.

My windowsill, my windowsill
I feel airborne. Life is dizzy.
My angel, my angel
You are the figurine of my poison
My poison, my airplane, my morning of purity
Surely there has been some damage to my brain.