Before an inner critic workshop with my 9th grade class, I thought I’d look for a poem to read while we did power poses—something to fill the awkward moment of power posing in a room full of teenagers, something for inspiration. I took my copy of The Gift, by Hafiz, and I opened to this poem.
This was not active looking. I had not read this poem before. I could not have found a more perfect poem if I had actively looked.
The universe will provide! (And I’m eternally grateful to my friend Pegah for giving me this book!)
CROOKED DEALS by Hafiz (translated by Daniel Landinsky, in The Gift) There is A madman inside of you Who is always running for office— Why vote him in, For he never keeps the accounts straight. He gets all kinds of crooked deals Happening all over town That will just give you a big headache And glue to your kisser A gigantic Confused Frown.