Dangerous Compassions

praying for pizza

For a long time I didn’t sign internet petitions, thinking they were pointless.  But then recently I signed a couple, desperate.

I’m up in the middle of the night.  Ate cake.

My friend brought a couple boxes of her things to Happy Earth Market to give away.  I was gifted a plastic Virgin of Guadalupe that I love.  She’s with me on my desk, keeping me company.

As my three-month cough becomes a four-month cough, I see how medicine fails me.  We went to winco looking for cheap allergy meds and wow.

Yesterday I got a letter from one of my favorite friends.  He made me a homemade advent calendar for my birthday, but instead of a little piece of chocolate behind every door, there’s the name of a song I’m to look up on youtube and listen to, every day.

I had emergency therapy.  Thought I’d just cry the whole hour but talked instead.

I was lying in bed and started praying.  I had some kind of inspiration.  I remembered when I used to pray myself to sleep, which would sometimes result in strange requests.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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