Maurya

by Cheryl Julia Lee
 

After Bartley died, they wanted to know
how you could have forgotten the nails,
you who have had so much practice
losing sons. But leaving them out
next to the boards felt too much
like asking. So instead, each time a boy
walks out the door, you hand them a loaf
and put a nail in your pocket, and pray
that God sees one and not the other.