This poem is a meditation on generosity. The title is an allusion to my practice of “reverse bargaining.” My favorite example is when I was tabling, selling buttons, at a large event. Of course, I made weigh too many buttons — if that’s possible. I don’t want boxes of buttons in my house; I want them out in the world. So, another button vendor, an alleged competitor — in my world, there is no such thing — wanted to buy a bunch of buttons to re-sell in their business. He said, “How many can I get for $100?” I said, “how many do you want?” He offered, “How about 300?” I said, “350 and it’s a deal.” The rest is history…
Reveres Bargaining
What is your status?
In the whirled of busyness
What might
Be scene
As negotiating position
Is mirrorly just
A bargain
Bin there
Done that
If you were to attest
The limits of my generosity
You may be soarly surprised
