Little Prayer

By Mona Arshi

It’s me
This time I’m a wren.

Last time I
      was the first
white sap.

Don’t blow away
            the fruit flies
but visit my

pockets of blue-black
            pain. Little prayer
I am still here

hunkered down
            with the worm-casts
blind song

shrinking in
            my scratchy


"Little Prayer," from Dear Big Gods (Pavilion Poetry, 2019). Reproduced with permission of the publisher.