charlie brown Christmas is on
tonight,
but so is mother
angelica.
even her name
wins out.
if i were a nun,
i would want to be named
angelica. it would be like flying to the altar
in
heaven.
i really did think about being a
nun once. twice. i thought about it
three times. and then......
another kind of flying took
over.
the kind you can't describe
in
words, but you don't
have to. because everybody
knows.
the kind that mimics
drugs. except drugs
wear off.
and you have to find
another.
this kind of flying is, actually, a lot like
a nun. who lifts her skirt when no one
is looking -
who kicks her heels like
maria. who says,
the hills are alive.
and so
am
i.
