Sour Milk

We all feared her the kind of fear that tastes of curdled milk A new friend- Jenny Six years old One step beside me chattering away little sparrow Together we churned our childhood as we played kissing games We could not have known it was that dark triangle of guilt that drove the nun to part us to watch us as if we were small pink bombs Our bottoms ecstatically lashed while a crucifix rattled a skeletal dance After the tears all innocence done and ditched our two hearts drained now by a milk-less b...h