Welcome

 

It’s not like I don’t

ask nice. Not like I

have more than one

 

shelf. Every night

I make room, but it

is for one single

 

plate. And every

afternoon it is I

who sets it down.

 

Who offers you

or you or you

the chance to give

 

thanks. To be the

one who makes

another fold his

 

hands. In my home,

it is you who hosts,

and I am compelled

 

to be charmed.  Call it

grace. Call it world

talk. Call it an open

 

heart, straight teeth

that will always

call you back.

 

Written 2013

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