you're going to sit down
for a modest lunch
and while you both
are waiting for your food
to arrive
you are going to plop your heart
and its entirety
on the table
and he will sit there and listen
and listen
some more
and you will both sort through
the shit
that long since
should have been
thrown away
by now.
[it stinks]
he will talk some
and you will listen
you will throw fast balls
and he will catch them
mid air
he will pour salt in your wounds
and it will hurt like hell
but the stinging will
subside
and you will
heal.
my prayer is that you both will
walk away
having washed this entire conversation down
with cups and cups of
Living Water
and it will have been one of the best
lunch meetings you've had
in a long
time.
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But please tell me
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