i wake up, hearing the rustling
of coins
and keys.
my belt buckle
clicking
against itself.
i look across the bedroom
to see her
bent over in
the dimly lit room,
going through my wallet
and pant pockets.
counting cash.
licking her thumb
with each
bill, mumbling
out the count.
i say nothing, and lie back
down.
maybe it's just a bad dream.
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