Prayer for a plastic bag
that I said in my heart
today on the drive home mis-
understanding it to be a
small squirrel killed under the
wheel of a car - a cell salad
as opposed to a repeated polymer
that contains no genetic material
which may call to that contained
within my own cells, asking
is it not the same thing that we
wanted? I, a smaller & quicker
creature also equipped with a heart,
to live and to love onwards.
And the plastic bag wished for none
of these things, but still said to
me: what am I doing here, in
the middle of your road,
crushed, repeatedly. Its nonliving
nature did not lessen my guilt,
instead left me wondering
what right I have to
declare supremency simply
out of surviving longer.