Girls of Mount St. Ursula
 
These girls tell lies
(especially the good girls)
their eyes
in plum blue shadows
are not even listening
and white-gloved hands
offer prayers for deliverance
from this sordid dream

‘If you’re ever in Rome, girls,
Don’t take any bones from the catacombs…’
 
Faith hope and geometry
Arts and science
Heroin hairbands and cruelty
abide

Saint Angela and Christ alike
seem to have abandoned us
seem to have given up on us
seem to be letting us down

What remains of all this misery
is not particularly funny

You had to be there

Grace Andreacchi

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