Edition of 66, 2021



It’s not like I don’t
ask nice. Not like I
have more than one

shelf. Every day
I make room
for more dinner

plates. And every
afternoon, it is I
who sets them down.

Who offers you
or you or you
the chance to give

thanks. Be the
one to make
another fold their

hands. In my home,
it is you who hosts,
while I’m compelled

to be charmed. Call it
grace. Call it world
talk. Call it an open

heart, straight teeth
that will always
call you back.