Chuck was a Catholic boy,
graduated from Spalding-slash-
Academy of Our Lady the year
I graduated from his rival
school, Bergan-slash-
Notre Dame and he wanted
to know before he said
"slan" which is Irish
for goodbye if I was
a good or bad
Catholic girl and
as I answered, I felt
sweet Mary turn her
blue-veiled cheek.
Mary, I am trying
to be a good girl,
but butterflies don't
belong in nets.
Even the vast night
sky can't contain
the vagabond stars...
and mermaids are
never content to
live outside of
the castle.
Is curiosity still
a sin if you are
an alley cat?
