catholic girls

the catholic
girl at st. thomas
moore's
wore thick glasses
and was blessed
with a wild
head of
black hair
that she tried
to tie down
with berets
and headbands,
scarves.
all bone
and sinew. more
arms and legs
than body.
she broke your
heart everyday
by rolling her eyes
and not giving
you even one
second of interest.
your knees were
rubbed raw
as you kneeled
in the pew
behind her at
mass. waiting,
just to catch a glimpse
as she walked
by, hands folded
over her rosary beads,
sticking her
tongue out at you
as she passed.