| Hostess
You’ve always known me.
I’m the sleek smile that never
sticks, a polished face
to grace each guest like the sun
passing over, intimate
yet distant. I greet you
in butterflies, small amber words
that flit through
your remembrance, less
memorable than lies.
I offer you this sweet cup
that empties and refills,
empties and refills
like a smile.
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