Poetry Issue 15

   Issue #17 : July-December 2012

Aditi Machado



      I have always thought her priestess
      rather than nun.

      I could be an army
      if led by her.

      If you ask who taught her the Lord’s prayer,
      she will say, my mother.

      And if you ask her whether she is in a state of grace,
      she has no answer.

      She is a lie
      or the greatest truth.

      She is not quiet.

      I am almost exactly like her,
      except that I am not.

      You know, they were only angry with her
      because she wore a man’s clothes.


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