Say Grace at the Drive-Thru

Voice sings through static
in the dark.

God forgive
me my body–

jumbled
chirping syllables.

One at a time. Heartbeat
crinkling in a sugarpacket.
Sand on beach.

I’m thankful. No one

inside
but you.

She asks what you want.
Ministerial. Ocean

breeze
through open

window. Flat stale wall.
What do I need?

More salt, more salt, more salt,
amen.

(originally published in Punk Monk Magazine, Summer 2019)