Good Girls/Bad Girls
The good girls are the ones who are interviewed by the BBC
50 years after they didn’t sleep with their boyfriends,
who themselves, shortly after the non-act, either (1)
plummeted into the sea and were or were not rescued or
(2) didn’t; possibly returning to father four or five tow-haired
children,
all of whom grew up and appalled mum and da with their wild wild ways.
I bet there were also bad girls, seams geometrically straight,
hair bobbed just so, white-gloved, heeled,
ready to walk out into the barley, eager even.
Bad girls and bad boys, who woke on a warm afternoon,
itchy with stubble, to find an inscrutable Shropshire ewe watching them,
calm as though the city behind her were not on fire.
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About the Author
Judy Smith McDonough’s poems have appeared in Antioch Review, Indiana Review, Mississippi Valley Review, Phoebe, Prairie Journal, Snakeskin, and elsewhere.
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