she told him getting gassed brought them together
a blessing in disguise
i shared that i was radioactive
She told me i was still
welcome and to pls sit down
i admired the rustic bread
she claimed to never have enjoyed such diversity
until the tear gas
a unifier of sorts
there was indeed good to come
look around she said as olives and cheese were passed
i asked if she’d washed her hands
dont overthink as it only encourages doubt and indigestion
but I no longer had a stomach
an advantage she countered
still i grabbed a slice along with some goat cheese.
and drifted into a deep hard slumber.

when I awoke I recall being questioned.
did I now believe they had made the right choice
and was any bread and cheese still left
both were delicious.
i was told to lay off the cheese
to embrace the gas.
it was what brought us all together
everyone was welcome at the table as he had promised
and yes it all made sense