A Little Brain
by Daniel Gallik
She was falling asleep now.
She was dreaming of good, future days.
Then, his voice would say,
Darling, did you do the bills this month?
Really, darling, what is money about?
Scrabbled, her sleep would become.
In disarray, nervous, alert.
She would think, sleep should not be
alert. I should have a life of mystery.
Not one of counting bills.
Not one of answering dull questions.
I should not be totally a boner.
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