prayer

I collapse into giggles and ring off, ready for bed
after a long and eventful day. I say a quick prayer
of thanks for not having my throat ripped out by
a dog, add a "please let me be alive in the morning",
pop an antihistamine for the mozzie bites, and drift
off, promising myself that I will never slag off again.

Mary Tamm. First Generation. Pg 62.

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