The nuns kept birds
and, by necessity,
kept it from the diocese.
The nuns kept chaste,
but kept birds against the loneliness
because symbolic husbands never come home.
I live in the nuns' quarters,
now renovated with appliances and art on the walls,
but still silent at sundown.
I know what a calling is,
and for that I am as quaint as a rare sparrow.
Is there even such a thing?
Mornings, I think about you,
but I keep it to myself; only my body knows the lie
I tell, by my silence, my hymn unsung.
My love, you are a birdkeeper.
You've sent me a picture, and your face is the air;
before I can think, my arms open,
knowing more by instinct than any censure can deny.
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