If someone were to offer their prayers for me,
though reluctant

I would ask for answers. 
for a doctor who knows more about my body
than the last fifteen I have seen

I would ask for a future
at least seven years longer, where I don’t wonder
how clearer I could describe pain

I would not ask for “eyes to see”
I already have those
many times over

I would ask for boredom 
for more time in my day to enjoy
all the things that make it perfect

I would ask for poetry
inside of a body,
even one void of answers.