Faith, Healer

Slumped in a straight-backed chair, she squints at her phone’s screen, scrolling for tragedies to comfort her. She likes to imagine what she would do when the whole world would know her terrible story. She practices saying the right thing as if she were walking barefoot on the spine of a rattlesnake. It makes her light-headed, knowing she can do this without anyone passing judgment. She knows Book of Proverbs by heart and often sings “Rock, My Soul” while doing late dinner dishes. When her crooked neck goes numb, she tilts her head slightly, in hopes of some heartbreaking news.

M. J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near Lake Ontario’s shores. Check out her blog for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.

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