17 July 2019


monday's red

prayers sent up recently, mostly muttered underneath my breath, in varying degrees of desperation:

please God let me make it through this week
please God let us find a way
please God send me a friend, any friend
please God do not let the big leaning tree in the front yard fall on the house while we are sleeping
please God do not let that dental assistant look at me that way with the pity in her eyes
please God slow these last three weeks with ava, before she leaves 
please God this president fills me with such sadness and rage I barely recognize myself
please God we are broken, broken people
please God show me how I can be better, do better
but also
thank you 
thank you
thank you

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