Selections from Saxifrage 2007, PLU's literary and arts magazine

Take-Out

By Jake K.M. Paikai

They write
    prophecies;
folded slips of paper creased in cookies
and the bicycle man delivers them
to our motel room
where we sit, three.

We crack them open to read:
numbers (
7,
13,
33) and fortunes (
prayers answered,
success in business,
love).

Momma folds hers and
taps our hands; “Save it
for after or spoil your
dinner.”

My older sister takes her success in business,
my mother—her love,
and my prayers I take
    answered,
fortunes waiting by the rice.