"that nun saved me"

that nun saved me

the buddhist one originally

from new york

the one with the hair cropped down

all skinhead like

and that voice

smooth and girlish

70 years of wear

she saved me

that nun saved me

it was even before

the gong sounded

boom

sudden

and clear

from the audiotape

in the cheap

cassette player

sitting next to

me in my bath

something she said

just saved me

that nun saved me

and later

grounded down

in cold

water clear

austere

clarity

I googled her

down

curious how

she came to

serve

me and

all the

fucked-up

people

like me

googled her

down

curiosity

and even while

surfing

I felt her

slap me down

zen buddhist-like

from my tabloid

slumber

slapped me down just

as I reached the part

where she met

the high priest guy

the monk that

saved her guy

the monk that

gave her

gave me

the save me key

I wanted to

know

about the save me

key

as she

slapped me

down

metaphorically

she reminded

me she’d

already given

me

the save me

key

the key

she explained

was right there

here

in front of me

couldn’t be more

in front of me

breathing now

what’s in front of me

the soot, dirt

grime, grease

and pain

of what’s

in front of me

owning the pain

that’s inside of me

and not just the

pain that’s

in front of me

but the pain

from the

fucked up

people

just like me

from all the

fucked up

people

just like me

and then

breathing out

the gentle

healing

rain

the pouring

down sweet

honey rain

the rain that heals

all the

parts of me

the rain that heals

all the

fucked up

people

just like me

that heals

all the

fucked up

people

just like me

she saved me

that nun saved me.

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Lambertville, NJ

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