Girls in white dresses dangle rosaries in the May procession. I sneak Mom’s cigarettes and smoke in the woods with my best friend, Bonnie with breasts, teased hair and gum.
Two
Grandfather is taking my brothers on a fruit boat to South America. Being a girl means I stay home. I didn’t know there was a difference – until then.
Three
Cloistered nuns without voices pray
To heal the world outside the gates
That keep them safe from it.
I want to join them; an offertory…
And then you kiss me;
I sing instead.
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