Thoughts, Prayers and Other Sh**

When trees are down lift them
up. Bench press them skyward
and smile. Generate an income
on thoughts and prayers and
sweat and tears. When trees
are down, lift them up. Re-root
them in the manure of your life.
That shit has to be good for some
thing. Wish for cash to grow like
needles, pluckable and evergreen,
currency prompted by a nine-year
-old in a blue dress with her head
on your shoulder. She is working
for pennies and if you produce,
you earn. Make space for the veins
of the tree in the earth, water
what would have been a grave
collect thoughts and prayers,
feed them to the soil. More shit
never hurt a felled tree, secret wish.

Shawna Ayoub

Shawna Ayoub is an essayist, fiction writer, poet and instructor with an MFA in creative writing from Indiana University. Some of her work has been published in The Manifest-Station, Role Reboot, [wherever], The Huffington Post, The Oxford Review and Exit 7. Her writing explores the intersections of race, place and survivorship. She writes with honesty about her own experience in order to transform pain.

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  1. Jane says:

    I love your writing. A friend just posted your piece from 2015/17 on anxiety, and I am writing her to thank you for writing it. Your description was so apt, it felt like my skin. Brava.

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