Querida:
The door is closed, the curtains drawn within
One room, a brilliant question mark of light
Outside her gate, an empty limousine
Waits in the brimming emptiness of night.
Old Maid Walking On A City Street:
She had a way of walking through concupiscence
And past the graces her fingers never twirled
Because her mind refused the heavy burden
Her broad feet shoveled up the world.
The Wise Virgin:
My sisters talk of flighty things
They never live beyond Today.
They sing, they dance, they burn their wings
(I notice they are very g*y.)
I do not laugh and neither borrow
Of Peter what I would pay Paul
I do not live but for Tomorrow -
(They say I do not live at all.)
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