a good catholic girl

she was an outlaw,
a rebel,
a wild child
for the ages,
running
red lights,
and stop signs,
with metallic
or styxx
blasting
in her trans am,
and the t-top
out, she
ignored
toll booths,
rolling through
without her
e z pass.
she paid
her taxes late,
and almost
never paid
her parking
fines,
or read the labels
on prescription
pills.
she drank too
much, chain
smoked her cigarettes,
and cursed anyone
that wasn't born
in this country.
but she went
to mass every
single sunday,
taking communion,
no matter what her
condition,
or who she woke
up with. she was
the dark side of
mother Theresa
with one hand on
the wheel and the other
saluting the car
that just cut
her off.