You and I
Communicate
In small currencies
Stick together sweat
And for a second we are looking at each other
Or
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
Pennies
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