Let’s Make a Deal
They’re making
some big ones about the future, but I wonder
if they’re really any good.
I want to make a deal
with you but I’m embarrassed to make the first
move, to come on
too strong, be true.
I mean we just met here, though my reputation
kind of proceeds me
(okay, not really).
I do have some references, but also
there’s significant baggage.
It’s the price of
having something to say, this suitcase full
of hurt and unrepentant
disappointment.
At times I think it’s a miracle I can go on—
So I ask, how do you
deal with all these injustices,
real or perceived, that this jumbled world
drops on you.
For me (okay), it’s this
reaching out, trying not to be too sure
about what I know I know,
not interrupt you,
thinking about what’s right or desirable,
about a better future.
But doesn’t that start
with some kind of understanding that involves
compromise,
that isn’t simply based on lies.
That no one loses their precious lives. How I wish
that were true.