Poetry About Gluten

At the table, bread passes from hand to hand. One guest reads the label before lifting a fork. Care is a separate board, a clean knife, a question asked. The body knows danger where others smell comfort. A meal becomes welcoming when no one must apologize. Hospitality begins by believing what keeps another safe.

One guest reads the label before lifting a fork. Shared food requires attention to different bodies. The body knows danger where others smell comfort. Even gluten keeps more than one meaning in view. Inclusion can be measured by the care of a kitchen.

At the table, bread passes from hand to hand. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Care is a separate board, a clean knife, a question asked. A meal becomes welcoming when no one must apologize. Inclusion can be measured by the care of a kitchen. Hospitality begins by believing what keeps another safe.