Book of Praises: Timeliness

Prayer in the morning:
thank you for filling my mouth
with pebbles,
for working those muscles
with your fingers,
for the taste of soap
suds on my tongue.

Prayer at midday:
thank you for teaching me how
to say the hard words,
or paint the awful pictures
of my freakshow lovers,
or write down that I am a
sinner primarily.

Prayer for nightfall:
thank you for punching me in the face
when I was twenty-five,
for grace O’Connor would have
been proud of,
for the fact I am
not fifty-two.