August 14, 2025

Wrote a poem for my friend Alana, who is having top surgery next week. It’s about how I hope I wish for a swift recovery for her during her surgery season. Had to clarify that she doesn’t, in fact, act like she doesn’t have gratitude for the prayers I shower on her.

Prayer is weird. I want to give it all for everyone. I don’t know how much people actually want it. But they are going to get it.

I was never good at praying when I believed in God. It felt like I was bothering him somehow, that what I was doing him a disservice by letting my own selfish wants show up in front of him. But now that I believe in him less and less prayer is easy. It’s something I can put out there, say I’m thinking about this, and I want to give it attention, and I want it this to change.” And it’s bothering no one except the whole universe.

-Misha Moon


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