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Not me giving my boyfriend the same fetish as Homelander ¿?¿
I don't pray to a God in a cathedral,
I worship the God's that walked through the wreckage of their temples.
I worship the survivors,
I worship the hands hardened by work, ethereal and corporal reminders of the self.
I reach for their open palms, I let their treasures swallow any doubts.
I worship the persecuted and the persevering;
I worship the teeth and bone, blood and flesh, heart and soul.
I worship their reach,
Like the tide : pulling -
Ebb and flow, strength and vulnerability.
I worship the forward focus, and the pillars of salt.
I worship the altars we break bread on,
I worship the feasts with laughter and the warmth of hope.
I worship the world, the sun, the moon, the feeling of wet grass or sand between my toes.
I worship the taste of the storm before the rain,
I worship the rolling thunder, and lightning in my fingertips when someone touches my body like the swirling clouds.
I know no church or confessional :
I worship the long table that seats every and any of the hungry.
I sing and dance with those who I haven't met, guardians who heard the call, those who were lost too soon, and those who left right on time.
I raise my hands
I manifest
This prayer is too big for stained glass prisons
I enfold us
I hold us
I love
I pray in this way.
I woke up to my first snow day in 11 years
—Pablo Neruda, from One Hundred Love Sonnets XVII
Marina Tsvetaeva
The feminine urge to become an ethereal being not bound by the rules of this world
What doesnt kill you makes you dissociate so hard you become a different person
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