saying graces
the prayers of people who pray a lot are
like threadbare seat cushions. they used to be
floral, now faded, depressed by
many rock bottoms, thinning sponges soaked
in sighs, pains, whispers and
dried out again under the refracted
sun through those windows – remember
in school they said glass is a slowmoving
liquid? that oldfashioned glass windows
get thicker at the bottom as they
age, like the ghetto girls grandmother
prays for while looking up through those
windows. and the sunlight flies faster
when you sit praying in the morning, slower
at night, perhaps, it still comforts you and
if you close your eyes, do you believe it is still there?
like threadbare seat cushions. they used to be
floral, now faded, depressed by
many rock bottoms, thinning sponges soaked
in sighs, pains, whispers and
dried out again under the refracted
sun through those windows – remember
in school they said glass is a slowmoving
liquid? that oldfashioned glass windows
get thicker at the bottom as they
age, like the ghetto girls grandmother
prays for while looking up through those
windows. and the sunlight flies faster
when you sit praying in the morning, slower
at night, perhaps, it still comforts you and
if you close your eyes, do you believe it is still there?
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