Ze Potluck Poem

The song, the birthdays,
the laying on hands,
the plates,
the silverware, the napkins,
the buckets of KFC chicken,
the meatballs,
the meatballs,
the meatballs,
the chicken ccasserole,
the tuna casserole,
the potato casserole,
the meatballs,
the meatballs,
the meatballs,
the veggie plate,
the deviled eggs,
the cheese cubes,
the broccoli salad,
the broccoli salad,
the cake, the oodles of cake,
the occasional pie,
the cookies, piled high,
the meatbalss,
the plastic cups,
the lemonade,
and finally the table,
surrounded by the same people you've sat with
every month
every single year of your life.


-one of my A Cappela pieces