"Gloria Patri"
Briefly

"I’m glad to accept help in whatever form it comes: hour of privacy within these semen-sprayed walls, deadbolt securing my safety from the chaos outside and the strivings of the people which are everywhere."
"Glory be to god for septic tanks, drainage pipes: for conversions thermodynamic and of the soul. We underestimate the perfect peace of objects."
"I acknowledge my poverty of being and my need. Glory be to god for this unforgiving mirror, this soap, this Gideon Bible tucked away in the bedside drawer."
Read at The New Yorker
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