Our Lady of insomnia and lost jobs, the gutter-souled and cult-minded.
Our Lady of sickness. Goddess of broken guitar strings and busted hearts.
Goddess of the shove and stomp, the gun and bomb. All the unsettled ghosts roaming the Cecil Hotel.
Our Lady of destroyed flowers and abandoned children, stolen lawn gnomes and homophobia.
Goddess of sideways nights and placebo days leaving us feeling neither up nor down.
Hacked computers and gone electricity, bitter words and bitter coffee grounds. Stress and loneliness, revenge and hate-scented candles.
Our Lady of lost love, lost keys, lost phones, and when the ping leaves our iHope—
abandon us so we may pray our way back to safety and sanity.
