Based on a true baby.
All in Nonsense
I just couldn’t take it seriously, but I guess I’m also not to be taken seriously.
I don’t know. I think I just wanted to write a Mothers Day poem that had the word “episiotomy.”
Feels like taking the Lord’s name in vain to use his authority to crusade against a fake rabbit, no?
I had a lot of time to think about tithing, and I realized I only know how little I know.
There are lots of ways to sound your trumpet in the street.
The spark of the divine might’ve been in the meetings, but it certainly wasn’t in me.
Someone was talking about seeing the Hand of God in her life, but this was all I could think about.