HOSTESS

conversing with strangers behind the stand

i listen and they

talk and

talk and

talk

how i ache to tell them that

maybe we are not strangers

that

“i am just like you”

or even

“you are just like me”

on the bad nights it is

upsetting but

maybe

i should be glad

that a reflection of me can be seen in

the small parts of people

everywhere

that there are

so many different versions of the same life

solidarity

in our differences

what a beautiful thing