We are broke.
In the dead of Winter,
We eat canned sardines
And Baguettes from the
Dollar Store. It is next to
The donut shop my uncle
Used to work at last year;
We go there for dessert.
We split a maple bar, and
Tomorrow a classic glazed.
This is equity.
After dinner,
I lie belly down on the bed
In only my underwear. He decides
The outfit he will wear to school
Tomorrow. I ask him for a show.
He tries on everything he owns,
Mix matches dress pants and t-shirts,
Jeans with a raincoat. He tosses a scarf
Made of cashmere around his neck.
Finally, we settle on something.
All I know are his eyes.
I watch him
With nothing to offer but a smile.
I'm not sure if this is love, or survival
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