She consoles me as I meditate
 	before Mass—Julian of Norwich,
 	that is, who says, “We are clothed,
 	wrapped in the goodness of God.”
And she consoles me after Mass
 	when I drive home to the friary and
 	pass two prostitutes who are sitting
 	on folding chairs next to the curb
 	helping each other with makeup.
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