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The weekend in the convent left me clanging
Prayers in my head
In the gardens
In the graveyard
Trying to find a sign of anything
That made me close to god
Quaintly stored
Between the Joy of Cooking
And the Joy of Sex
Naming the rest of the Alpha Bet
Joy books
Numbering the pages
Gladiator Numbers
Wind in the wimples
And I wanted them all to rise into
The sky
And migrate to a place where their hair
Would be free
No god showed up
Just statues of
Mary
Photographed
Bye and by
Cougar journalist
In a foreign country
No papers to cross over
Hoping that breasts would be my pass in
I could not speak the language
Tongue-tied and tie died to a Braille board
Tasting
Nothing
Mary
A beehive tucked under the fold
Of her marble garment
A secret invite
Honey combed occurrence
My clanging
Came back to me
Prayers in my head
In the gardens
In the graveyard
Trying to find a sign of anything
That made me close to god
Quaintly stored
Between the Joy of Cooking
And the Joy of Sex
Naming the rest of the Alpha Bet
Joy books
Numbering the pages
Gladiator Numbers
Wind in the wimples
And I wanted them all to rise into
The sky
And migrate to a place where their hair
Would be free
No god showed up
Just statues of
Mary
Photographed
Bye and by
Cougar journalist
In a foreign country
No papers to cross over
Hoping that breasts would be my pass in
I could not speak the language
Tongue-tied and tie died to a Braille board
Tasting
Nothing
Mary
A beehive tucked under the fold
Of her marble garment
A secret invite
Honey combed occurrence
My clanging
Came back to me
This is about my little trip to the convent for a weekend. It was very very quiet there and peaceful, but go figure, I felt a bit out of place.
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I read this several times, and discovered something new each time. Your language is wonderful.