Elvis's+Twin+Sister



Elvis’s Twin Sister // Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight? // // Elvis is alive and she’s female: Madonna // In the convent, y’all I tend the gardens, watch things grow, pray for the immortal soul Of rock ‘n’ roll. They call me Sister Presley here. The reverend Mother digs the way I move my hips just like my brother. Gregorian chant drifts out across the herbs // Pascha nostrum immolatus est… // I wear a simple habit, darkish hues, a wimple with a novice-sewn lace band, a rosary, a chain of keys, a pair of good and sturdy blue suede shoes. I think of it as Graceland here, a land of grace. It puts my trademark slow lopsided smile back on my face. Lawdy. I’m alive and well. Long time since I walked down Lonely Street towards Heartbreak Hotel.