I hope you haven’t been waiting
For some sappy poem about thanksgiving.
It’s not that there are not things I could mention.
For some of us the holidays tend to emphasize
The broken parts of the human condition.
They come slinking to the table
Trying to hide their bandages
Behind polite conversation, which,
If you know me at all,
I have never been good at,
Never having understood the rationale behind
Pretending you are whole when you are not,
Making it bad form to express,
As broken as I am,
Thankfulness for being accepted as I am,
Bandages and all.
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