Babe, I’m worried. I spent a long time last night
thinking about our future.
When are we moving? I want to take a break,
a vacation.
I’m troubled about our income.

We could cut down on some things. Stuff.
Savings, you know?
Maybe get a license for those meats,
get a job downtown,
even sell some small things.

An outside commitment for credit.
It would be like pouring tea
or turning an hourglass
upside down.
A more of a handle. A spreadsheet.

Something that will offer us forty-two hours a week,
a ten-week term.
No, a twenty-week term.
Take you down to twenty-one hours a week.
No no wait. Thirty-three
hours a week.

So what do you think Harry? What’s on your mind?

Honey, can you fix me a cup
of that coffee you made yesterday morning?
Now that was something delicious.