Baby’s bottom dollar.
A couple at the counter, joint checking account.
Must be strange, mixing money or prenup’n it up.
Does your wife read all of your work? Willingly–
everything in the portfolio, all yours, good and bad.
She’d find out the better of them are brilliantly bad.
About worst nightmares, your personal secrets.
Receiving punishment for a crime you plan on committing.
And even about your phobia of wee children.
Their facial expressions and irrational movements.
All of it, a product of demonization. Damn little devils.