hail mary, by wayne f burke

I told the girl who gave me
a ride home from the
bar to pull into the
parking lot next door
to where I lived, she said
“for what?”
I said “so we can make-out”
she said “but I do not even know you”
I said “oh” and
got out of the car
and walked into the
apartment, brightly lit
my grandmother sitting in her chair
saying her rosary
like a chant
on and on
I could barely stand the
sound of her voice.

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