Like a sailor no more

I was 16.
Christie was a pottymouth.
Of all the girls my age
she was the first I met
who had confidence,
grit and fire.

Just that one time
a bunch of us girls
crammed in a pickup cab
in Ventura.

I loved every word
out of her foul mouth.
Elvis would have been
a less interesting person to meet.

I was raised on vanilla
and angel food cake.
I went to church
three times a week.
I thought I was pro life.

But it ended right there
when some girl named Christie
said shit and fuck
and Christ All Fucking Mighty.
That was more who I was
than who I was.

My own pottymouth got me in trouble last week.  It's over.  The above is a eulogy.