Fiction Friday: Micropoetry from the Book

David saw all this talk of morality
as a philosophical discussion,
Caitlin, a spiritual one,
Mother, a religious one,
& me—all of the above.

Whereas David had always discussed
the religions of others with a question mark,
the elders spoke of theirs with a period.

He loved her as a Catholic rent with guilt;
he loved her as a Mormon mended with mercy;
he’d loved in all her forms
till she stopped loving him.

I was David’s disciple,
preaching his Word of love without labels:
Mother was his wife in spirit,
even as I was the daughter of his heart.

The Church would tear us apart—
Mother from David,
me from Mother,
& Caitlin from every last one of us.

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