#i want to clarify i am not in an episode rn this is freeform poetry

[satellites-halo]

the angel in my bathroom likes hiding in the lightbulb. she thinks I can't see it there, but angels don't understand the idea of electrical lights.

i noticed her there when the lights would go out. the one above the shower remained on, dim and flickering.

every summer, she prunes her feathers. fragments of what I can barely comprehend fall into the shower. it can get messy. i don't mind. it makes her happy.

its almost time for her feathers to come out. i hope she shows herself this time. i want to meet my angel. i hope we're friends.