I never met a nun, but Annette reminds
me of one in black and white movies.
I can almost see a godly halo
glowing around her head.
Until one day I step into a conversation,
and she spits, “That flaming bitch!”
Aghast, I laugh witnessing
the pedestal burn and char to ash
blown about by sparks in her eyes.
I see the nun still but beneath
a dragon guards her gates
with eyes flashing at night to warn
predators to back off even as chills
creep down your back, and I’m glad
she’s my friend.