Amateur Prayer Hour

Sometimes it feels
like God
is my wife,
and she’s three months pregnant
with our baby boy. Only,
last week she told me
she’s not sure
we’re ready to have a kid just yet.
How can we afford
another mouth to feed,
when we barely get by ourselves?
Then, after she left the house this morning
I saw a note on the calendar:
dr.’s appt, tomorrow

–she never told me about that one.

And every damn time
I walk out the door,
or turn on the radio,
the whole world is screaming.
About women’s choices
and reproductive rights.
Liberate yourself
from the unwanted weight
of an unwanted life.
But all I can think about
is my wife’s growing belly,
two beautiful brown eyes,
and the tiny heartbeat
of my only son.

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