All've It by Matt Moberg, section 4
...continued awe and soup. awe and someone rubbing your back when you are sick. awe, and old couples at Target arguing gently about avacados, as if marriage is not one vow but ten thousand errands performed beside the person who knows exactly how you like the cart pushed. maybe gratitude was never meant to sound elegant. maybe gratitude sounds like: "damn. that woodpecker is trying to beat that tree from itself." maybe gratitude sounds like: "thank you, body, for continuing to drag me through this world despite the many slim jims i have done to you at gas stations." maybe gratitude sounds like: "thank you to to the dogs who lose their entire minds when we come home as if we have returned from war and not Walgreens." for me, that might be my gospel. ...to be continued...
