i learned how to pray again​ (18/25)

i learned how to pray again
​even though i knew how 
even though i thought i knew 
​Cowan, again, had something to teach me
     & maybe it still has to do with God
     & maybe the ladybug i crushed under a blind thumb that realized its mistake far too late will be the last
     innocent person i will be allowed to hurt
but i felt my skin cinch and tug into a touch-me-not
cradled as it were in their sunlight
it, the light, pouring forth from the love these people brought here
made me either a healed thing or that which will heal others
& the words the prayer said didn’t even matter

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