nuns still teach abstinence in school,
written on the blackboard in thick
block letters. “Kissing is bad, too,”
they tell the sixth graders, who like
neither themselves nor each other.
On the first day of summer,
the kids run nude through the sprinklers
escaping heat and God, together.
Somewhere, nuns fan themselves
with pages from Revelations,
their sweaty habits a pile on the floor.