Make Believe: Poems for Hoping Again
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Read between August 17 - August 25, 2025
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Pray to anything that feels holy. Notice how everything feels holy when you pay attention.
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When my clock started, the ticking sound enraged me. Mortality is loud when you were infinite just a moment ago.
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When my mother left the room, I erupted. I didn’t have the words to say: Please come back. We don’t have much time together—I can hear the moments passing.
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If there’s a reckoning after this life for the mistakes we made in it, I hope it’s something like this. I hope the universe pulls me into her lap and combs her fingers through my hair while I tell her what I did. I hope she says, Oh honey, I know you didn’t mean to. Of course I still love you. Yes, I think we can fix it. I think it will all come out in the wash.
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When was the last time you were alone with your heartbeat and the sky? When did you forget how to let go?
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You can ask God if she’ll take the first watch.
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I’m shy if you’re funny. I’m funny if you’re shy. My voice flies high if I want you to think I’m sweet, and low if I want you to think I’m smart. I’m like a snake that drags all my old skins behind me, in case someone thinks one of them suits me better.
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I’m struck by how pain is the glue of womanhood. We are never more likable than when we are failing. We are never more relatable than when we are suffering.
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But once, at the grocery store, I accidentally patted an old woman’s hand as we reached for the same head of romaine. I said: I’m sorry about that! Great minds think alike! She replied, Don’t be! That’s the only touch I’ll get today. And I laughed. Me too.
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Invite lust over for dinner. Eat with your hands.
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I don’t know the way out of your woods, but I’ll stay with you in the neck of them.
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Now, I know those delays are prayers. This life only lasts for a moment. I see no better reason to linger than to cling to holy, mundane togetherness as it slips through our hands.
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God, let me keep the people I love on the line for as many fifteen-more-minutes as I can. Only when I have to, God, let me let them go.