After the bad day, I pray for good days
in the world. On good days, women
are safe, brushing out their hair
while waiting for God to say hello.
The world is an unwalled garden
of fruit we enjoy without worrying
about fork-tongued, talking serpents
lying. We taste and see life is good.
On good days, we walk on the paths
to the rivers. We are never catcalled
or spat upon, never ordered to leave
while gazing at stars or figs, pears,
