making a budget in my dream finally,
unconsciously, as the hole gets deeper, most of me
can’t fathom money’s realness especially when I spent
the summer looking into his eyes
he shades the lamps with rags
the wet heat irons my shirts
and I do love— this big question
lapping at the edge of the log as in the record of everything
laying beside its vertical line
—even dream of you at your job, reaching for
remote and words like this moving
tbc
