We pull it apart.
I get the bigger half,
but I don’t know what to wish for.
I stopped praying nightly
when the lists became too long.
I’d start by saying
I wanted my grandparents to be happy,
then an hour later I’d be asking God to help me
with homelessness, loneliness and every refugee.
Now being the wisher
ever once in a roast dinner,
having to choose just one wish from a list,
feels like too much pressure.