Poetry, Desire, Renewal Arly Scully Poetry, Desire, Renewal Arly Scully

Hello

Hello. Hello. Hello.

A greeting that is stale on my tongue.

Hello, fellow human.

Hello.

Nice to greet you again.

Here, I have set the table.

I put a spoon down, there, alongside the plate,

but I don’t know why as we are serving neither soup nor jello.

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