Miss Louise Comments

She dreamt of descending
curving staircases
ivory fan aflutter
of children in sailor suits
and organza dresses
till the dream rotted her innards
but no one knew:
innards weren't permitted
in her time.
Shaking her graying ringlets:
"My girl, I can't even
go to Church you know
I unsettle the priests
so completely. Only yesterday
that handsome Fr Hans was saying,
‘Miss Louise, I feel an arrow
through my heart.'
But no one will believe me
if I tell them. It's always
Been the same. They'll say,
‘Yes Louisa, we know, professors
loved you in your youth,
judges in your prime.'"
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