Your Name

Annolin Martin

I never prayed

to God.

Even in the church pew

with my hands clasped together

staring downward -

perhaps to hell.

Or maybe not.

I never prayed

to God (god?).

Instead to myself.

Because it’s easier

to ask yourself

than God -

who is that kid in your class

you never asked

for a bite of their cake

cos you didn’t know their name.

So last night

with my shivering body

lit underneath a moon

(Your moon, I suppose.)

I asked you

to save him

because I finally

remembered your name.