Clog
I knelt until the hexagonal tiles
bit into my knees
I gazed into the cool, clear pool
impassive as glass
I pointed deep into my throat
as if to say “look, this is where
the words are.” I could feel them
lodged in there, a gummy wad
of want and grievance
making me gag. I could barely breathe.
I knelt until my muscles ached
and then I lay down
on the cold, white floor
Curled up like an ear
And still
I could not expel the prayer
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