TLOSGH - MISS FIFE

as Miss Fife demanded

what was the meaning of this

Miss Fife strode on sharp heels to the blackboard, snatched up a finger of chalk

and jabbed and slashed out a word. SILENCE

and miss Fife liked to play

on Miss Batt’s small piano

each teacher conscious of each woman’s

siliently virtous love

Miss fife at the piano, stroking the first notes of beethoven’s

Moonlight Sonata

Miss batt pulled Miss Fife by the hair

turnig her face around, hearing her gasp

Miss Batt held Miss Fife in her arms at dawn

the small room chaste with new light

a long deep zero

groaned from Miss Fife

Miss Batt loved Miss Fife until she

sobbed and shook in her arms