I woke up bargaining
with God knows who again;
some greater force I imagined
could change the way
things turned out to be.
As if it’s not enough
that I think ginger
would turn into chocolate
just because I want to eat it.
Yet here I am haggling
with angels,
trading gold and silver
for an arrow
from Cupid’s bow
with hope
that up it would go
past the stars and the atmosphere,
down to your heart.
Haggling with Angels
December 16, 2021
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