Between God and Yette
God and my grandmother
talked to one another
She shared her life
as if God was our neighbor
I remember one day
she spoke about her bunion
and the place her shoe rubbed
her foot red raw
She didn’t ask for any relief
or a pair of new shoes
She spoke to God the
same way she talked
to her friend Mrs Ruben
When the woman who lived
upstairs lost her husband
my grandmother asked God
to keep an eye on her,
to keep her company
She understood loneliness
as a companion to the widow
When I asked her about her prayers
“ I don’t pray,” she said
“I just speak to God”
