A seat at the table
(Come and eat)
I wrote you two poems
A seat at the table
(you are the table)
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI see you hustling
for a seat at their table
fighting for crumbs
When inside you
there is the broadest table
set with a wondrous feast
Awaiting only your notice
and the issuance of your invitation
to the lonely:
“Come, come for the feast is prepared
and all who are hungry
may eat.”
Unpublished, from 2020
The bread and the wine
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedyou will never have to sign
a statement of faith
to sit at my table
faith is the bread, here
but doubt is the wine
and my friends and i
rarely leave each other
entirely
sober
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