By Octavio Quintanilla

My seven-year-old wife
has dinner ready for me

by the time I come home.
I’m a year older than she is

and we have two children,
though we are not sure

of how we got them.
After dinner, and after

the small talk,
we send them off to bed.

They wed their hands in prayer,
kiss their mother

We want to say God
will bless you, but don’t know how.

They’re fragile in our eyes, and in God’s,
we are already falling apart.

Octavio Quintanilla is author of the poetry collection, If I Go Missing (Slough Press, 2014) and of several chapbooks, the most recent titled, Wasted Time (Alabrava 2019). He teaches Literature and Creative Writing in the M.A./M.F.A. program at Our Lady of the Lake University. He is the 2018-2020 Poet Laureate of San Antonio, TX.

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