i only pray when praying means rolling down the window to let something go free. i’ve been living in a paper cup; it’s water-logged it’s disintegrating it’s catching in the drain. your laughter left through the crack in the door, or maybe it tumbled down the stairs, it’s all too hard to tell. i fix my eyes on the cardinal in the front yard. let me go free i whisper to no one, to someone, like placing paper to the flame.