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Linger At The Table

A poem

Photo by Igor Miske on Unsplash

In my house, we never left the dinner table immediately after we ate.

Instead, we lingered at the table, despite the dirty dishes still stuck and smattered with crumbs, bits of bread left gently next to our wine glasses and plates, and we spoke.

We spoke about our days, what we were reading, and learning, and thinking and feeling.

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Megan Minutillo

Megan Minutillo

Essayist, poet, and theatre producer. I write stories about self-awareness, IVF, and finding your footing in life’s messy moments. Instagram: @meganminutillo.

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