sex and money

at this point in
my life i'll only
get married for two
reasons
she tells me over
the phone.
i can hear her smoking
and the edge
of a glass
clipping the receiver
every time
she takes a sip
of whatever it is
she's drinking.
i suspect red wine.
what two reasons,
i ask her.
money and sex.
she says. clink
and an exhale.
i've had only a little
of both, and now,
at this ripe
old age of
fifty, i want more.
what about love
and companionship,
conversation
and sharing?
to hell with that
she says. i'm not
interested in canoing
down the river
anymore, or hiking,
or fishing,
or holding hands
in the park.
sex and money,
she says, you know
anyone?