GREETINGS
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We meet again after the unspeakable -
the big "D". Not my choice.
In your voice, my stomach hears the pitch
one half-step from our prior relationship.
Your face, the slight muscle twitch of distaste,
like brussels sprouts dissolving in your mouth.
In your patchwords, are you hiding?
Pretending not to cringe at my shattered glass?
Like a woman charged and held for questioning,
behind glass in the visitor's room, I am convicted.
Untouchable.
Your eyes beg for me to lay the table pads,
and cover the still beautiful but wounded wood.
Only then can you feast without seeing the hot pot burn.
My mouth waters for communion feasting,
where the wooden table needs no covering of wounds,
and longs for the sweet, fresh crumbs of Sunday and His voice grace tuned.
His face, peace, without brussels sprouts.
"Welcome!"
In your voice, my stomach hears the pitch
one half-step from our prior relationship.
Your face, the slight muscle twitch of distaste,
like brussels sprouts dissolving in your mouth.
In your patchwords, are you hiding?
Pretending not to cringe at my shattered glass?
Like a woman charged and held for questioning,
behind glass in the visitor's room, I am convicted.
Untouchable.
Your eyes beg for me to lay the table pads,
and cover the still beautiful but wounded wood.
Only then can you feast without seeing the hot pot burn.
My mouth waters for communion feasting,
where the wooden table needs no covering of wounds,
and longs for the sweet, fresh crumbs of Sunday and His voice grace tuned.
His face, peace, without brussels sprouts.
"Welcome!"
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