Perhaps The World Ends Here by Joy Harjo - Christian Collins
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- We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it. At this table we gossip, recall memories and the ghosts of lovers.
- Dad, can i tell you about the time i stood up for myself against a bully?
- Don't Teethe on the table Anna.
- Wars have begun and ended at this table It is the place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to cerebrate the terrible victory.
- Charge
- Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing, crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
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