I’m not fluent in the language of miracles
I’m more accustomed to the needing
Wishing
Praying
Ashes, sack cloth, smoke cleanses
I’m more used to the meteor avoiding me by the
Trillionth of a whatever
But still going through the day to day of
Needing
Wishing
Praying
For something better
To go from surviving to thriving
The come out of the endless winter
Demeter has placed upon my people
Only to descend to Hades and Persephone
For a reprieve
In reiki sessions the pain pours out as soon
As they touch me
Making room, making space for the good to take root
The pain of regret
The weight of loss
The palpability of open wounds
Of grief and sorrow
The constant sinus infection my soul has
Clogged with the sum of many
Full to brim
There’s no room at the inn for BabY Jesus
Or a miracle work of any kind
And so I trudge forward, living more for others
Than for myself
The tarot reader looked at me and said
You are supposed to be over here
It still took me months to open a deck
And my heart
And my...