• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 06


When I used to pray,
I imagined I held God's ear
in the palms of my hands.

I hoped for a better world.

Later I saw my palmar
crease as a telegraph line
line to simian ancestry.

I prayed for better beginnings.

Now when I clasp my hands,
I try to reach a future life
to ask them/her/him,

Was I remembered, loved?