and unlocked locks and lightbulbs
shivering on the brink of burning out,
my prayer is not for lack of conflict
or for somehow, extra life to be breathed
into the electric bill. when i come home
to an empty fridge and bugs in the shelves,
to cardboard and crates and cheap furniture,
my prayer is not peace or longevity.
when these days are over, i will be stronger,
i will be safer, i will be more whole,
and i will know how to make peace last.
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