Katherine Oung

PRAYER TO SAINT MICHAEL

I lost my keys.
I lost my keys.
I lost my bright
pink hoodie.
I lost my earbuds.
I lost my AirPods.
I lost a bunch of
important receipts.
I lost my goggles,
my glasses, left my
backpack at the
airport terminal.
Lost my phone,
my photos, my
charger, my wallet
on the bus, my
keys, my keys
my keys, so many
times my girlfriend
recommended
that maybe I needed
to talk to a Saint, he
doesn’t care if
you’re Catholic,
really. Nights when
I remembered,
I gave myself
three wishes.
Prayers in order
of how much
I wanted each.
Two for myself,
the last saved for
war to end, but
God, but, man,
but Michael,
I lost so much
shit, I forgot
what I lost, even.