All Strippers Go To Heaven (A Prayer Overheard)

Heavenly Father, we just want money tonight
For new teeth to pray in, we pray that what we spent
The last time, gives us more for this one. God, please lick
The unholy hint of sweat off our foreheads, bring
Our kids a stepfather, and bitch, I need my ass
, a dentist, and resist my baby daddy’s
Prayers to come in here, his hoe ass, and any-
Body else praying? I have one, Jesus, let them
Know I’m an old book, body propped paper—
New as it may seem. It’s prepped for my six children,
Put them in prep, prepare them for some pig’s plump purse
After showing them something, and God, let it be
A presentation, droves of men drinking at chairs
Ready with crisp cash, green dripping wallets; a job.

Prince Bush is a student at Fisk University, majoring in English. They have work forthcoming or in SOFTBLOW, Rhythm & Bones, Arctic Tusk, and Fisk Political Journal.

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