I stand here—
the kitchen counter
an altar
where words come and
prayers in opened hand.
I raise my arms,
eyes squeezed shut
to the teapot’s
reflective chrome,
and make this vow:
Nothing you say
I won’t believe.
You’ve come too far,
fought too many battles,
for me to doubt you now.
I love it here,
preparing to be loved
so well.
—jennifer j. camp
jenniferjcamp.com
