At Our Little Opening

At our little opening

I have to tell you brothers

one of the nuns has broken up my locker

and the abbess did not stop her

I forgive the evil mothers

and make a show of my collected wounds

so please eclipse the pictures of the nudes

one moment from your haggard views

and behold my true young sister leading me

onto a little clearing

where we youngsters thought to be

out of the woods for good

we hold our hands up into the golden light

before forever parting from each other

into the forest night

(8/13 from the cycle "How Are You/ 13 Poems")