Edition of 66, 2021
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Welcome
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.
