Showcased at Changing Room Gallery as part of Mirages: The Holy and Profane.
Images by Nour Abdullatif and myself.
God as a concept, as a period of time, as an experience, as someone leaving, as grief, as a work shift, as a movie ticket, as routine, as the morning, as my lover, as my mother, as your mother, as home, as breakfast, as prayer, as rest.

Feed, Pray, Slumber
Home exists under a weak roof and people that mean too much to me,
even in the face of cruelty—
I pray your evil goes away and
I pray that it does not wallow.
My God says things that I struggle to understand,
she cradles me when my faith wears thin;
I find my way home again.
Barb wire window,
the sun leaks through;
I gave everything, I mourn for you.
I stopped believing in God when you left:
and prayed away every excuse I ever carried
for why the grief never faltered.
Godhood here. Godhood home.
(We’ll see each other in the morning).