peeks out
from her black curtain veil.
We sit with
backs straight
hands folded
feet flat
jaws shut.
Her jet black
St. Theresa
virgin-woolen dress
ripples toward me.
'Robert' she sneers.
I stand erect
as a crucifix.
'Yes Sister'
'What television shows did you watch last night? '
'Uhhh...Popeye
The 3 Stooges
and the Bugs Bunny Show
Sister'
'If your eye causes you to sin
Robert
pluck it out
and throw it away'
'Yes Sister'
I felt as if someone
unbuckled my belt
and pulled my
salt and pepper corduroys down.
I know...
Next time I'll say I watched
Leonard Bernstein on PBS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem