God of love,
God of truth,
God of health,
God of wisdom.
(but fuck all of them. My prayers have gone unanswered.)
Instead, I find myself praying at the alter for
God of good teeth,
God of skincare,
God of consistent, joyful movement.
God to relax my patience,
God to bring mental clarity,
God of productivity.
God of budget sense,
God of good HR benefits,
God to free me of cooking and cleaning.
Dear God: heal me and send
God to believe in me when nobody else can.
“I write because I don’t know who I’d be if I didn’t.” – the writer