Becoming a Nun by Vanessa Daou

On cold days it's easy

To buttom the mouth against kisses

To dust the breasts with talcum

Forget the red of the heart

Becoming a nun

One those days the heart beats

Beats like a digital clock-

Chilly as green neon

Luminous in the dark

I think I can live without it----

Lovewith its pumping blood

Sex with its messy hungers

Men with tjeir peacock strut

Becoming a nun

I'm zipped into my body suit

I'm wearing seven league suede boots

I'm marching over cobblestones

Like heads of men I have known

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