Becoming a Nun

On cold days it's easy
To button the mouth against kisses
To dust the breasts with talcum
Forget the red of the heart

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On those days the heart beats
Beats like a digital clock
Chilly as green neon
Luminous in the dark

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Becoming a nun
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I think I can live without it
Love with its pumping blood
Sex with its messy hungers
Men with their peacock strut

Becoming
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Becoming a nun
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I'm zipped into my body suit
I'm wearing seven league suede boots
I'm marching over cobblestones
Like heads of men I've known

Becoming
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Becoming a nun
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Becoming a nun
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Becoming a nun



Credits
Writer(s): Vanessa Daou, Erica Jong
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