i stand here

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

modern kitchen with white walls and close up of silver teapots

This post appeared originally at jenniferjcamp.com



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