Prayer Stories

I step into the house, your scent still clinging to my skin. Though I'm right on time, my father impatiently waits in the dining room. Taking my seat at the table across from him, I ask, "Where's Mom?" "She's gone up to bed," he replies. "Another migraine." His eyes narrow as he regards me. "You've been with that woman again, haven't you?" Instead of answering, I look down at my hands clasped in my lap. "Son, she's no goo...

Most people tend to close their eyes Heads bowed in deference to God Mumbling, hoping they've been heard. If I prayed, my gaze would be fixed upon the skies You see, I think a prayer's kind of like giving head I would not shut my eyes and look within my soul I would demand more than a sign Just like my tongue, apostle of your cunt Preaches the gospel of your body And in return demands your moan, your scream, your pant. Pr...

He wore a paisley shirt. The nun watched as he ate his hot dog  And as he took one bite, squirted mustard all over himself He swore loudly as if his voice was just loud Unable to whisper The nun fingered her prayer beads under her habit,   The other hand moving a fork around a plate of salad.  She watched as he grabbed a page of  the newspaper he was reading to  wipe pathetically  At his paisley shirt.   Our father who ar...

I was a seventy-year-old virgin! So many women and my innate shyness kept them at arm's length. My friends tried, but I couldn't talk, I tripped over my feet, or I lost control completely. What was cute in my teens, became pathological as I aged. The result?  I became obsessed with sex! Every night I prayed for a change. My prayers got extremely graphic — meeting the one, spending time between her legs, and finally unders...