We Have That Ability - The Essay
I identify as a rock.
Kick me.
Pick me up, look me over, rub me off.
Then throw me.
Skip me
Across the water
Splashing
Spinning
Sinking
To the bottom of the Sea
Let me rest
Where only the currents reach
I don’t need much more
I’m a rock.
Someone once asked me if I was wearing my “magic underwear.” I was out with some friends, and one of them had just found out I was Mormon. I was dumbfounded. They were making light of something considered sacred in my belief system.
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