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This poem is taken from PN Review 214, Volume 40 Number 2, November - December 2013.

Glesga Prayer Molly Vogel
Our Father who art in heaven, I am in love.
Again. For which I offer thanks.
Tonight, I step in dog shit. I don't care.
I thank God for it. I ought to start with praise,
but praise is hard for me. Did I tell you
about the boy who taught me how to pray?
He always starts with praise. I see him from time
to time. Do you? Once at the train station
I said I want to have dinner with you. He said I want to eat
with you, I want to eat on you, I want to eat you!
Take care of him.

Now, confession -  the worst part. At night
the fox crosses the street to eat from a bin.
He looks like a tired-faced woman except
he is beautiful. I'm sorry for the times I've stayed
out in short long rain. Soft with dew, I look
like a small puddle. In my loneliness and fear
I've thought create in me a clean heart O God.
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