you, the guest house

3/18/18
the chai spills over the desk, dripping down onto the wooden floor;
there are towels for clean up.
promise myself the next time to say no as the twenty is exchanged,
caching faith for you.
the cat stenching sickness, how can you be angry?

rumi says this body is a guest house; i say thank you for a day like today
where the invitations come frequently and are welcomed and thanked.

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