This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.

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tomorrow I’ll bake bread
and make lasagna
and feed people with my heart

I was never very good at the adventure
of teaching someone else how to be dangerous

Reckless at times, they’re better off 
because of you

I cultivate a garden of variety for our lives:
friendships and stories, experiences

the weight of my world always seems so much lighter
when we share our table and eat messy food with our fingers
licking the memory of sage, freshly ground pepper, and butter

gouda and goat cheese, currants, figs and honey
and wine

take me there, where ever you go
on this wild ride of marriage
bring me packages bound by twine holding berries and bread
sit with me and be quiet

hold me with your heart.