Selections from Saxifrage 2007, PLU's literary and arts magazine
Prayer
By Bryanna Plog
Team
By Jason comerford
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.