Hallelujah
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
—Leonard Cohen
Had we met when I was still a genuflecting, Catholic girl,
I would have labeled the hollow in my belly hunger,
I would have rushed to sit beside you at the lunch table
and because good Catholic girls were supposed to like boys,
I would have gossiped about a guy in our class.
I would have misunderstood it was you
— blue-eyed, pink-lipped, in your pleated, plaid skirt —
I was hungry for.
SD Fulton
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