Budgets

At

Graveyard hour

Your body crushes me.

Bones are stones.

Insomniacs together,

Blaming the other:

A future of guilt

Victims of 

pointless stress;

Punch clocks

As we lie in the 

Brightest darkness

Every breath, every micro-movement

We are playing 

monkeys jumping on the bed 

There is some red, 

Some dazzling blue:

in the purple of my

Black-eye.

Oh honey,

Lady liberty won't bleach 

our linens white 

anymore 

So sleep on the floor

Or bleed more frugally