I am a grateful poet.
I write thank you in my bones,
so when I touch people,
our skin resonates
It sounds like you’re welcome.
With love,
I am a kite.
With friends,
I am a roaring fire.
With family,
I am a stone wall,
with one door.
Take these things away
and I am an empty home.
just a house,
these things give me
reasons to exhale out loud.
Hear me,
tumble down the stairs
in your throat.
I appreciate the calamity
you let me be.
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