My baby, why do we keep on moving?
Which of us needs to go and hates to stay?
I smile, you wink. We hold hands. We hold each other. We can’t hold still.
I eat, you go to work, I work my body, you work the cards. I talk, I buy, I wash the floors, the sheets, the dishes, your uniforms smelling of cigarette smoke and other people’s vices.
The phone rings, the phone buzzes. I’m alone.