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Prayer 6, a Poem by Robert Nersesian


What’s the remedy for weak-at-the-knees?

I wanted to leave this earth,

join you and your son.

You wanted nothing of it.

Sent angels to rip up my passport,

keep me in the country.

So I putter,

wait,

and wonder.



 

Robert Nersesian attended the Yale Drama School and NYU School of Business. His essays have appeared in The New York Times and The Washington Post; short stories in Ararat Magazine; poetry in Poetica Review; and reviews in The New York Journal of Books. He lives in Washington, DC.

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