Lord’s Prayer, 1910


first time taught to pray, my knees ached against the hardwood. heads

hands, bedside. repeating mama, our father art in heaven, her burning

candle threads smoke to ceiling while she spoke soft and sweet as hot

buttered pound cake. the kingdom, the power, the glory, and I thought

so this is how one talks with god—as with any white man, but honest.

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