At the End of the Session

She sells the essence of forgiveness
in little brown vials.
I picked one up, turned it around,
and tried to read the label.
I couldn’t quite make it out
(print’s too small).

Surely, there are bouquets of roses
in there and chains of lilac wisteria
draped over the gates,
or maybe those waxy tuberoses,
the ones Grandpa used to tend
back by the garage.

Should I open the cap?
Should I?