Magdalene's mother yaks
about the price of things
in the shops
when she gets back
from town
and how she'd met
Bridget O'Connell
and how that woman can talk
it's no wonder her husband
goes away quite frequently
and what was Mary Maguire
doing here?
her mother says
just listening to records
Magdalene says
better be no mess
in your room
I only tidied it up
the other day
no mess her
daughter says
(she'd tidied up the bed
and floor and hid
the booze and cigarettes)
there's talk of her
at the school
from the sisters
Magdalene's mother says
what talk?
none to worry
your head with
her mother says
so what was she
doing here?
you know I don't like
her being here
don't you?
just listening
to the Billy Fury record
just friends
Magdalene says
(they'd lain in bed
and kissed and did things
and she reflects
on it now
as her mother
yaks on)
and that other
friend of yours
that Martha
there's talk of her
there at the school too
the nuns thinking her
being a nun at sometime
now if there's one
to encourage it is there
she's the one
the mother says
putting away shopping
don't want that Mary here
unless I am here too
understand?
Magdalene nods
it is easier than arguing
and I smell smoke
have you been
smoking again?
And with her?
she's a bad influence on you
I won't have it
and if your da finds out
you're for it
now let me get on
and make sure the room
is tidy because if I go up
and it's not then
there'll be trouble
Magdalene says nothing
watching her mother's lips
opening and closing
like a fish out of water
and she
the queer girl loving
daughter.
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