year old son, who never
worked or had a girlfriend,
would visit
we'd pray over
the dried salmon
and a mushy pile of kale,
holding hands with
our eyes closed
as the new wife,
who was getting stranger
and stranger
with each passing day,
went on and on in prayer.
she covered all
the bases. friends
family, dogs, cats.
kids, parents, neighbors.
the weather, etc.
and then the son
would suddenly blurt out.
and God bless
all the various tribes
and villages in Africa.
i would take a peek out
of one eye
as the prayer went on,
and stared
at the food getting cold
on the table,
wondering what i would
eat later.
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