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A Poem by Ace Boggess

Updated: Dec 30, 2022

Prayer


When I lean toward nowhere,

Lord, if I live long enough

to see it coming, let me not

regret the failures of my body.

Let me recall the worst of times

as gateways to evolving

my awareness of self, others,

loves, biases: scored music

in the unconscious

like engine rattle

while the car keeps running.

Let me call my awfulness

lovely—ruined marriage,

crimes for which I’ve

forgone remorse. Let me

applaud my madness—

I was, in loneliness, lost,

a blind cat navigating alleys

for scraps, sex, & directions.

Lord, let me praise

the pantomime of existence.

 

Ace Boggess is author of six books of poetry, including Escape Envy (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2021), I Have Lost the Art of Dreaming It So, and The Prisoners. His writing has appeared in Michigan Quarterly Review, Notre Dame Review, Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, and other journals. An ex-con, he lives in Charleston, West Virginia, where he writes and tries to stay out of trouble.

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