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).

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