It happened at different times,
I was about twelve years old
When blood began to flow in foreign territory
Causing parts of me to move
From six to twelve o’clock.
It happened at different places too,
But it always happened
While kneeling at Gesu.
What were the nuns thinking
Placing uniformed prepubescent boys
On their knees, hands folded
Behind girls in less than knee length skirts?
There’s something doggish about kneeling-
Glaring at girls backs
Nothing between them and you
But a gum-covered wooden pew.
A half clothed Jesus would stare down
From on high,
But He looked at the ground,
Not my eyes
Transfixed on young thighs.