“LIFE SUCKS,” she says at the door,
a line not found in the greeter’s handbook.
My mental rolodex spins,
looking for the proper response.
What comes out is straight from my gut
“Sometimes it does, yes,”
a line not found
on the list of approved answers from mature Christians.
“And it ALWAYS will!” she says,
as if daring me
to prove otherwise,
to persuade her it isn’t true,
which might be what she really wants,
someone to tell her her situation will change,
but it’s outside my abilities, I know,
having near gotten over
believing I can fix things for people.
I have no magic words, only an admission.
“I’m familiar with that feeling,” I confess,
my standing in the good-influence club
flying right out the window.
I should just take the bulletin she’s handed me and go in.
“Things won’t ever change,” she says,
and I don’t know
whether she’s inviting another response
or intending those words to be the end of the conversation,
but when she repeats it,
“Things won’t EVER change. They will ALWAYS be this way,”
it’s my turn again.
Rolodex long gone,
all I have is the truth.
“I’ve thought that as well.
I’ve not always been right about it, though.”
I go settle into my seat, having found my place.