True story from Aug 20
Driving alone I pulled over to clarify to the Universe I’d rather be a friend than a threat. Cop found this unusual and pulled over to ask if I knew about the recent robberies. I told him I was only stealing time and he drove away. The Universe had already escaped, clearly trying to avoid me. So I went home, determined to start fresh. I came in ready to be the wife, but he held up his hand and said “I’m drunk” Then he wept and cursed at God because he doesn’t know who I am without Jesus. He wants to be first to me yet never felt quite good enough I kissed his eyes - knelt on the floor my head on his lap I told him he was first i love him i’m sorry i want God to show up too He woke up in a stupor, pencil in hand drew wild and dark things he doesn’t remember. To this day, people ask about that sketch they can feel what he couldn’t say. Even us without hands are artists. Even us without words are poets I’m not sure if the Universe is my friend but we all know our hearts are voracious thieves that want everything.
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AuthorErin is a doula, writer, mother to men, and teacher on permanent hiatus. She loves how writing connects us and thrives on the bright edges of human experience. |