Words Are Visitors

Here’s the thing about writing
To someone’s experience—fine
If you find your life represented

In a text, when the world seems
To conspire, especially humans
In power, to ignore you, delete

The details and value of you—
But no two lives are nearly
The same as folks excitedly

Think when sharing similar
Stories over meals and drinks.
You’re aliens. We’re aliens,

And that we share anything
Is most exciting for allowing
Our bridges into other worlds.