Not Rosaries Nor Missals – The Source Of Sin – July 2013

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an enclosed space
at the nuns I liked
the candies for sale
.
to jump rope
to play ball
rare smiles rising
.
they wanted no
males around
we were separated
.
there was peace
productivity
and what they
.
called purity
I loved this one
it was like a long
.
silence of whiteness
suspended until
my face was too pretty
.
my eyes large as deer’s
my mind a pond of flowers
till they claimed
.
I was the source of sin

.

.

2013-07-05 16.08.52

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