"Let's pool our poverty!

Run away!

Live to laugh another day!

Laugh until we live again!

Bask in the smiles of Love!

Quick! While the sun has gone behind the clouds," I say.

And he says, "Or did the clouds come out in front of the sun?"

And with that moment of reality 

The spell is broken.

I go to the self pay cash register line,

And he walks right out the door without paying,

Both of us thieves, even if it's necessity,

Both of us sullen,

Both of us wallowing in our

Measly individual poverty

All over again.

-jenn