You and I


In small currencies

Stick together sweat

And for a second we are looking at each other


Your elbow on my knee over dinner with friends

Fragments after a few beers

Point at your cheek to be kissed

Tell me your grandparent’s names


I offer up silver dollars

Without pants on the living room floor

You pocket them

Hold me tenderly by the hair

I can’t sleep for hours after

At some point

Wake in the middle of the night

Feel the sticky paper mache of large bills

Glued to my belly

Sleep hard

And wake to find them gone

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