negotiating

we argue over the price.

he shakes his head.

his pants slipping down

over his thin

waist,

the bones of his hips

are wings

catching

a belt on the last notch.

i get the feeling he's

saving money

on just about everything.

pinching

pennies, squeezing scratch.

barely fixing

anything on this million

dollar

house

at the end of the cul

de sac.

i sigh and tell him.

i'm too long in the game

for this.

for that.

find another to do your

bidding. i'm going home now.

take a nap.