Existential LiturgiesOf Mice and Purity Culture
Once, sitting in my parent's kitchen, I watched a mouse drag itself across the floor. It was folded in half; a mouse trap scraped along behind it.
Existential LiturgiesHope
He mistook his dwindling daysFor THE end of daysAnd who could blame him?Death is a frightful mysteryMuch easier to face itIf all you leav...
Existential LiturgiesMagic
Of Sisyphus and Laundry and Interpretative Dance
Existential musings in a post-evangelical light
I'm doing it again
Sweet, gentle 'thank you's delicately whispered to crisp winter air
Breath forms a steamy incense as it passes through my lips
Always I come back to this
Though I am less and less sure how it works
Sometimes I'll be driving
Holding the steering wheel as a sacred relic
"Thank you"
It's not always focused or for anything in particular
When it is, the objects of my thanks are small and consistent and many
I listen as the rubber drones on the asphalt; deep and low and steady
Somewhat Gregorian
It always feels like there's a listener
One being thanked
Lately
Progressively
I see them nodding with approval
Not to say, "you're welcome"
More like
They know and delight in how healing this is for me
I am less and less sure how it works
Tonight I stand on crisp snow
In a freshly shoveled driveway
For the fifth fucking night in a row
Incense breath envelops my face
Stars dance
The new snow insulates sound and provides a holy pause
"Thank you"
I'm doing it again
Sweet, gentle 'thank you's delicately whispered to crisp winter air
Breath forms a steamy incense as it passes through my lips
Always I come back to this
Though I am less and less sure how it works
Sometimes I'll be driving
Holding the steering wheel as a sacred relic
"Thank you"
It's not always focused or for anything in particular
When it is, the objects of my thanks are small and consistent and many
I listen as the rubber drones on the asphalt; deep and low and steady
Somewhat Gregorian
It always feels like there's a listener
One being thanked
Lately
Progressively
I see them nodding with approval
Not to say, "you're welcome"
More like
They know and delight in how healing this is for me
I am less and less sure how it works
Tonight I stand on crisp snow
In a freshly shoveled driveway
For the fifth fucking night in a row
Incense breath envelops my face
Stars dance
The new snow insulates sound and provides a holy pause
"Thank you"
Existential LiturgiesOf Mice and Purity Culture
Once, sitting in my parent's kitchen, I watched a mouse drag itself across the floor. It was folded in half; a mouse trap scraped along behind it.
Existential LiturgiesHope
He mistook his dwindling daysFor THE end of daysAnd who could blame him?Death is a frightful mysteryMuch easier to face itIf all you leav...
Existential LiturgiesMagic
Of Sisyphus and Laundry and Interpretative Dance
Existential musings in a post-evangelical light
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