Prayer


Prayer



Thank God for noticing things!
Which feels like it almost
redeems the hours,
even though I know
it is a kind of holding on,
an attachment to the world
which means my Buddha-hood
leaves a lot to be desired.
Still, thank God
I can appreciate the sweetness
of the magnolias despite
their overachieving blooms.
And praise be for the friend
who told me that she cried
in psychology
when the professor
said, “There is no Self,”
and for the way
that she turns their head
when putting on an earring,
as if listening.

About the contributor

Chris Jansen is a recovering heroin addict. He lives in Athens, Georgia, where he teaches boxing and cares for a disinterested guinea pig named Poozybear.

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