Dear god, I do not want to enter my two factor authentication code. I want to roll in clover.
Short prayer attached to a memory I have of one summer day when I visited the church of Garliste with my aunt and uncle. We sat in the front yard, ate ice cream, talked about my future and the absence of stray dogs in that village. I listened to For love by Lush on my way home and thought a lot about christian icon painters and their predisposition to neck pain.
The prayer is part of 𝘡𝘪, 𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘨 a 38 page collaborative zine about praying when you’re no longer attached to religion.
