they said it looked like we had camped there.
well,
we had.
we were there
just in case you needed us.
and if you didn’t,
well,
we needed each other.
those broken lawn chairs held our stories too,
not just the ones we heard.
twenty-one beautiful people
somehow managed to create a family
with question words and lawn chairs.
and even if the ones I listened to
wanted conversations about chocolate milk,
or left after two minutes,
or cared more about selling company scams
than being cared about,
even if hours passed with no visitors to our corner,
I believe we are victorious.
even if the awkward role playing
and the referral training
and warnings about people who might cling to us
made us apprehensive,
victoriously, we heard each other.
we brandished our sweet skills
and made the usual conversations meaningful and deep.
and every time I walked away encouraged,
feeling loved and respected.
victorious.
thank you.
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