Monday, May 13, 2019

21 toward the Omer

malkhut shebtiferet

Here is where we would meet, I say, but I cannot let you give me anything. HEALING IS BRAVE, the button

on my backpack says. But how, I say, can I heal from my fear of annihilation without being annihilated or annihilating?

I’ll be okay, my child says. I’m not actually worried about you, I say. I know, they say, with that look

that they will give me sometimes. I’ll be okay, God says. Really? I say. Yeah, God says. I can’t not be.

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