Come to the table
even if you’re starving,
even if all you have to offer
is the weight
of what never grew.
Did you know a tree can break
under the burden
of its own fruit?
What you carry as shame
will be a feast
in the right mouth.
Your honest emptiness
drips with harvest.
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