palms, sunday.

I need a moment to deliberate…
-Alanis Morissette, ‘Uninvited’



our feet are tired, and so
we count these things
…………(eenie, meenie)
on outstretched hands,

hoping the sky might have
(miney, mo)
answers we cannot find.

all that blue says we are
smaller than we seem,
and i think perhaps
i am ready
to admit this one


in april, we poem. and sometimes we add alanis.





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3 Responses to palms, sunday.

  1. Jay Bleu says:

    “It’s like raaaaiiiin…” now stuck in my head. But thanks for making us think.

  2. qbit says:

    “i think perhaps
    i am ready
    to admit this one

    Oh man, perfect!

  3. Shawna says:

    I would like a sundae in my palms. That might help.

    Last night’s prayer, I could barely voice: “God, everything in my heart is just too heavy to speak. All I can pray right now is, ‘May your will be done.’”

    I’ve been singing this on repeat ever since:

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