Little Prayer
Charles Wright
Lord of the ugly chair and broken sofa,
Lord
Of mouse piss and pack rat shit,
Lord of the badger bite and the pine squirrel nest,
cleanse me and make me whole.
Shuttle my insecurity, hasten my diptych.
As the sun runs its fingernails
against the western skyboard,
Tell me that things will be all right, that hell is no certainty.
