I remember asking to go the hospital
It was Easter and we were dressed up
We were stuffed and tired from driving
I leaned over the banister to ask
It’s menstrual cramps she said
as if to herself My mother did not share
what proof I lacked
Sickness was repulsive to her
I let my appendix burst inside
I remember begging the gentle wall for relief
That was prayer
I was not menstruating and never had not once
declared an absence in my body
My mother did not say what food we lacked
But she fed us nevertheless with food
from the state and WIC The slab
of bright orange cheese
A box of 100 cracker samples
I remember how the flour melted on my tongue
I ate alone to hide the need to eat
That was prayer
At customs my Nana did not declare her grief
from war Her brother with the broken neck
left behind in her girlhood Limousin
She never told us if he lived
I spied a prayer taped above her bed
Make me an instrument
Welfare in those days knocked on the door at night
to be sure no man was in the house
My mother had to declare she was alone
And offer up a proof of need
Like a prayer But it was not prayer
