Doxology

© Maria Stadnicka, 2024


prayer for rechargeable batteries
and fastness and coffee mornings
for raffle tickets and crisp stereo sound
for power banks and batch cooking

prayer for beer-tapas at my local pub
and for average speed limits
for goodenoughness at school reunions
and metastatic anonymity online

prayer for microphones and bespoke
for three-in-one and all other numerals
for Karen from Home Deliveries
and her quick recovery from sick leave

prayer for perhaps and passwords
for stopping mid-sentence and for
everything else that is temporary
apart from betrayal

prayer for scissors and for the frontal cortex
and for a long-distance relationship
with my past life


© Maria Stadnicka, February 2024

Hollow Wean

 

Dear Sir,

a beauty company sent me an email,

‘We win, you win’ it said, invited me

to purchase youth serum at half price.

There is something I hate about emails

sitting black on white on screen:

comma after verb easily mistaken for

philosophical pause or breath taken

when reading poems aloud.

‘Please, do not reply’

it carried on ‘we hope to see you again.’

I have a hundred things to do but

rush to the bathroom to see how deep

the line cutting my glabellar region

has grown since I last checked.

A fair amount I notice. Others joined

the frontal network, showing people

how much I’ve won in forty years

of living too small, dreaming too big.

 

©Maria Stadnicka, 2018