library table

at one end of the library table,
sixteen, sitting opposite two nuns.
dreams of writing about barbed wire
and discovers he can write with his
left, just for spite.

down the other end
fifty-eight, sitting fronting
laptop. thinks of writing how
clean a chicken can be inside.
discovers he can cut with his
right, just for fun.

so it's never too late to be
dirty.
'half-baked' is not very good.
and they shouldn't really believe
things
without knowing, but they would,
do, have been,
very well done.