I get it now: I made a big mistake –
assessing my relationships as deals
we cut together thinking we could make
a thorough interaction that reveals
our selves in full. And so we struck our pact,
in voices two but understanding I
alone absorbed. Coerced agreement lacked
equality and so was bound to die.

And yet I’m still compelled to make a deal.
I’m still in love with words and positive
they hold a form of magic that is real,
explaining and enhancing how I live.
I’m trying still to settle all I see,
so now I make successful deals with me.