On Divorce and
Mormonism
She was only twelve
When we left,
Hatcheting away the
bindings
And loading remnants
of life
In the black Chevy
Cobalt.
Within hours
Her sweetness, no
more the child of God,
Started saying
“fuck”
Fuck this and that
Fuck everything
She spewed the word
I couldn’t say
And I cringed,
But I understood
Because I fucking
felt it too.
©Christine
A. Evans 1.9.16
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