hypothetical prayer

if we were ray guns in space

climates would thank us for respite

antecedents emerge from automobile

parts to re-electrify the way to sacred

mountains who shake the dust off our boots

if we were fresh waters returning

concept of heavens overturn with sense

of purpose devoid of demands of others

ease fires who burn off this lack of empathy

& welcome us to simple

razors that debride pipelines across our bones

if we were malas on wrists of the unjust

we’d count names to heal all motherhood

& mask our basic faces for neighbors

who see that eyes are all that’s necessary