would often go cold as
her son
would say a prayer
at dinner time.
he'd offer up
prayers for the sick
and needy,
the unfed
around the world,
which was nice, but
then he'd veer off into other
continents,
Asia and Africa,
the climate,
immigration, politics,
etc.
at some point i would
open one eye
and stare
at the pork chop on
my plate,
no longer hot,
and begin to sigh.
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