I bring hope to the potluck and invite you to take a taste.
“Dig in!” I say, taking a big bite of the joy you brought to share.
Later we eat bitterness sprinkled with anger and disgust.
For dessert, you brought grief slathered in melancholy.
My favorite part is sharing each other’s mourning.
You drink my tears while I chew your frustrations.
It’s comforting, knowing I never have to eat alone.
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