ALL-BUSINESS

We are latterly what
you could
call partners, administering favors
from the same

bed, but always carefully
operating
separate computers.

In a fairly equitable 

division 

of labor—you give me 

all your money,

and I fold it 

back into perfect paper 

cranes for you.

You add the gas bill 

to the cable 

subtracting the electrical, before taking

the fastest available

expressways out of town—

while I focus 

on the grunt work 

of napping 

so diligently each afternoon, 

as fail-safe way 

of continually reaffirming

that, deep down, you 

have your own

agonies—those certain

bracing and non-

transferable hurts, which

I should never 

even dare dream 

of being able 

to do anything remotely

capable—to heal.