White roses, wine glass
Only reflect his dearness.
Dinner with my love.
Sanctifying greed,
Demonizing poverty –
How did we get here?
Love is waking up
To the smell of hot coffee
Knowing he brewed it.
Middle of the night
Always interrupts her sleep,
Already fearful.
I imagine you
Old and puffed up from botox
And filled up empty.
Disguised as caring –
“Marry a cash register” –
You give your advice.