“& by the third salat of the day you may run out of names to seek forgiveness for & you may feel again unclean & who comes before any god this much to ask for anything & who has so many sins that no light will wash them off & here is another du’a in the orange hours of a new sun & still the dead don’t rise & still I wash my face before answering the call to prayer & I never let the water pass through my nose & I let the dust from the final summer of my mother’s living gather inside & it grew into a rope of 99 prayer beads & I pulled it from my mouth for a whole year & pressed my fingers to each one & speaking her name & this is how I re-learned praying & I am still sorry for everyone who wasn’t forgiven.”

me checking google maps for directions for the hill i have to run up to make a deal with God and get him to swap our places

“in defense of lightning there is always a darkness asking to be split open.”

do you think haunting is requited?

What’s your sign and your favorite soup?