Órla Foyle – Italian Nuns

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In Kenya, we knew Italian nuns
who snapped chicken necks
and swung pig sausage from the
kitchen rafters.
They smelled of soup and incense
and dug their fingers into our cheeks
-a sign of endearment.
Dangerous women, we decided
and loved them back.
We dragged dead pigeons to the door
and walked barefoot in their rooms.
Sometimes they seemed to pray,
but when they called to the chickens,
my sister, brother and I
sat, watched and waited.