This is the poem that did arrive.
A Ragged, Strange Hospitality
Why don’t I ask you to leave?
This bright evening around us…
You're a limned shadow, across
This branching scar.
You stare at it, then away
Sunward, into blindness.
Too polite to ask with more
Than a glance and an “ouch.”
And that smile—go ahead, sit.
Odin hung, they say, for wisdom
His body like a bucket beneath a branch
On the tree of all worlds.
He gave an eye for his birds.
I think of sap, while the sugared coffee
Drains down my throat.
I was balancing on the wire fence
Railing the Starbucks from the highway
Wondering what I giving…
Who would take it.
Grackle laughs and lands on my shoulder
Offers me a trade, gouges Yggdrasil into my bicep
And forearm. Somewhere to sit, higher...
Some bird flew into my hair
And freaked. I had to share my bagel
To calm it down. He wanted
To write us both into an old myth
Would you like a bite?