my old prayer
you said my bedroom smelled like church
but what did you come here to worship?
my capitulation?
bloody noses?
the diamonds on the soles of shoes?
there’s the ghost of your hands on my head in the kitchen
encouragement for cutting onions
and sweet routines of pink acne products
pick me up and dip me in the creek again
my baptism in our laughs
May Higginbotham is an amateur poet who sometimes writes for sillies. This is the first work making it out of her journal!