Sister Mary Vader Poem by Bob Genevro

peeks out
from her black curtain veil.
We sit with
backs straight
hands folded
feet flat
jaws shut.

Her jet black
St. Theresa
virgin-woolen dress
ripples toward me.

'Robert' she sneers.
I stand erect
as a crucifix.

'Yes Sister'

'What television shows did you watch last night? '

'Uhhh...Popeye
The 3 Stooges
and the Bugs Bunny Show
Sister'

'If your eye causes you to sin
Robert
pluck it out
and throw it away'

'Yes Sister'

I felt as if someone
unbuckled my belt
and pulled my
salt and pepper corduroys down.
I know...
Next time I'll say I watched
Leonard Bernstein on PBS.