All of us, sitting around a big big table.
We don’t look alike. Some less likable
than others. Blood is not what brings us together.
New people joined our family this weekend.
They’ll drive down from Vermont for Khanyiisile’s party
and Polly our waitress at Jimmy D’s diner in New Lebanon New York
said she’d like to join us too. Polly is welcome. Some
are happier with what is familiar: Mama Bear sitting in her seat
at the table, serving Sunday chicken. High school friends.
And some like the door wide open, so people whoever they are
can just walk in.