Fiction Friday: Micropoetry from the Book

Some had their purity rings,
others, their purity balls,
& the Mormons–
the recommends to their temples.

The faithful would become gods,
not angels.
They would have sex,
not be sexless.
They would have children,
not be childless.

I was Katryn Nolan—
who only knew who she wanted,
not who she wanted to be
or what she wanted to do
with herself,
for herself was all she knew.

The Church had not built a bridge,
but rather a wall
between my mother & me,
which would eventually be the wall
that burned the bridge.

Mother was the lady,
Caitlin, a girl,
but I—I was a virgin
on the verge.

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