that I don’t want you to answer my prayer, it’s just that I don’t know what an answer is. I don’t know what a question is. I mean I can’t tell if when I say blossom, I’m praying or talking or Someone is answering me. Sometimes I feel like my whole body is a blossom. I know a woman who thinks she knows the way to get better results from you. She tallies the “yes’s” and the “no’s” in a little book. She’s writing a manual about how to get a yes. Maybe some people think only an answer is an Answer. Maybe some people can’t take no for an answer. Maybe all the no’s pile up and form unbelievers. Maybe we don’t understand prayer. Right now there’s something in my chest like prayer. But don’t answer it, please. I like how it feels.
Jeanie Tomasko