A Sliver of Light

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You can always sit with us
I think, feel, believe in my bones
as I pinch my finger on a folding chair and cuss
under my breath

I think, feel, believe in my bones
that it is always better to land on the side of love.
Under my breath, I murmur
I know I will not do this well

It is always better to land on the side of love.
We say these things but
I know I will not do this well.
I set the table anyway

We say these things
and we try. We lean in hard and deep.
I set the table anyway.
Sometimes, the desire for a thing stains.

We try. We lean in deep
and we begin to remember.
Sometimes the desire for a thing stains,
remakes us. It is possible to become better.

And we remember
all of the times that we were let in
we were remade. It is possible to become better.
That cracking of the door made room for light.

All of the times we were welcomed in
there was expansion.
The cracking of the door made room for light
and it caught our faces and whispered

You can always sit with us.

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