helen, hear our prayer

talk soup
and i happen to dislike every single person on tv.
summer threatens to bring out naked tan backs and
legs that do not end.
parade.
navigating west coast sidewalks in hiking boots
breaking them in
breaking in
and thinking about sustainability.
we are missing so much at any given time
singing with choir
"dear jesus, please bless those whose homes were destroyed by the tornados"
but heaven forbid he actually do anything about the tornado.
mysterious ways.
we say "lord hear our prayer"
we say "lord hear our prayer"
not deaf. no ears.
helen keller would do better to respond.
92% of people that seem intriguing at first are, in fact, not.

a series of small yesses is worse thanpretty much a no.

how is your father? how is your heart?
he was a baby once and no one really thought much about the fact that he might die. not then.

and what now? but what now?

how is your father? how is your heart?