She gave up smoking
and took up heavy drinking—
targeting the liver this time,
not the lungs.
She swore to all her friends
that from this day she would
throw caution and her
cell phone to the wind—
no more Ms. Nice Gal.
She painted her nails black-cherry
and her toes chartreuse.
Her lips were the color of her hair:
ink-black.
To her friends
who accused her of reckless
indulgence, she replied:
Screw you.
After three years
of debauchery and promiscuity,
she sat down for one last
martini and a Marlboro Light,
before admission as a postulant
to the Sisters of Perpetual Devotion Abbey
in Burbank, California
where she is now known
as Sister Mary Snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed this one Sonny. It's sort of a ''It's never too late to turn your life around...'' message to me. I loved the picture you painted of this woman! Great visual. Sincerely, mary