In His Car

Note: This poem was written for Dolores, an eight-year-old protector of Wrens, by Thea an adult persecutor of Wrens.

In his CAR,
Dirty whore,
Nasty slut.
In his CAR.

How did it feel,
Being on top of him,
Watching his face—
Being afraid, ashamed?

I hope you know
Just how GROSS
Everyone thinks you are.

Fucking the pastor,

PATHETIC.