A Prayer
I wash my pride
with Lysol
lemon-scented, kitchen rent.
Tomorrow—maybe
I’ll find food
again.
But I still won’t know
the Why
the What
the Who
…where this is going
—
Tonight, perhaps
you’ll wait for me
if you so please.
You’ll scrub my knees
with laughter
and all the words
we didn’t say.
You know the ones—
They made me
pray.
Hedayat Reda is an Egyptian experimental writer and blogger (girlwithoneearring.com) who dabbles in different genres and styles. She uses writing as a way to figure out the world and give voice to the voiceless. Her work has been published in 433 online magazine, Promethean Literary Journal, and on the Womena website. Hedayat lives in Egypt with her family and dog Milo.
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