The leg fitted you well
although you hated it,
hated putting it on,
but you did moodily
speaking a stream of abuse;
not at me, but the quack
who took it off.
The nun who stopped
in the doorway
of the girls's dormitory said:
you shouldn't be
in here Benedict.
I asked him in,
you said,
wanted him to help me
with the leg.
Makes no difference,
the nun said,
rules are rules.
She eyed me sternly,
so I left.
Wait for me,
you said,
ignoring the nun
who began to lecture you
on your bad language
and rule breaking.
You stood up
and taking your crutch
you walked past the nun.
It is rude to go
when someone
is talking to you,
she said.
You stopped
outside the door:
I'm listening,
you said,
but I've heard it
all before.
She sighed in a prayer
and rubbed the rosary
hanging from the belt
about her habit:
then listen, Anne,
and do as you are told.
You looked past her
then at her:
can I go now?
I looked at her,
then you.
You may,
she said.
So we walked down
the passageway,
and into the dining room,
and sat down at a table
waiting for breakfast;
you in a foul mood
and I just wanting food.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
The leg fitted you well
although you hated it,
hated putting it on,
but you did moodily
speaking a stream of abuse;
not at me, but the quack
who took it off.
The nun who stopped
in the doorway
of the girls's dormitory said:
you shouldn't be
in here Benedict.
I asked him in,
you said,
wanted him to help me
with the leg.
Makes no difference,
the nun said,
rules are rules.
She eyed me sternly,
so I left.
Wait for me,
you said,
ignoring the nun
who began to lecture you
on your bad language
and rule breaking.
You stood up
and taking your crutch
you walked past the nun.
It is rude to go
when someone
is talking to you,
she said.
You stopped
outside the door:
I'm listening,
you said,
but I've heard it
all before.
She sighed in a prayer
and rubbed the rosary
hanging from the belt
about her habit:
then listen, Anne,
and do as you are told.
You looked past her
then at her:
can I go now?
I looked at her,
then you.
You may,
she said.
So we walked down
the passageway,
and into the dining room,
and sat down at a table
waiting for breakfast;
you in a foul mood
and I just wanting food.
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