Babies by Wayne F. Burke

a priest from the big city
came to town
and spoke
at our confirmation;
he was stout
with a broad beefy red face
and pudgy hands that punched out
as he told us
that a kiss
by itself
was not a sin
but that “prolonged” kissing was
because it led
he said
to other sins
which we might well imagine
and I did
or tired to
ten years old
and concluded that
prolonged kissing was what
brought babies into
the world
and so
when Chief Larson from the neighborhood
asked me if I knew how babies were made
I said “prolonged kissing”
and he laughed himself
but I knew
that I was right
because the holy priest
had said so.

Wayne F. Burke’s poetry has appeared in a variety of publications. His three published poetry collections, all from Bareback press, are WORDS THAT BURN, DICKHEAD, and KNUCKLE SANDWICHES. His chapbook PADDY WAGON is published by Epic Rites Press. He lives in the central Vermont area, USA.

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