History is what happened after what happened.
Morality and love wait their turn in line
With slavery and murder. Your country
Is good or bad depending on what is president;
Who is considered good is dependent on who you are talking to:
The Christian inside-out, the unfaithful Jew,
The heart-sick Muslim, the movie-going American,
Who secretly has the hots for you.
The road map shows a road that winds around
Towards the sea,
Where a band of Salem merchants made history.
Good cooking is the secret to good marriage;
She was looking for salad ingredients
And he was looking for a rhyme, dreaming, distracted, by the salad bar.
There is a kind of ordinary life which defies the drama
Of TV crime shows, romance; I would like to inhabit that unpretentious life!
And cook for you in an ordinary marriage.
What can we do if Washington owned slaves?
Or not enough died for the cause? This is what happened
When I stood for a moment at the salad bar
And dreamed of history, and the soft underbelly of things.
