He thought of love as investment.
Resources committed.
Profit to be claimed.
He only rarely took
his interest in pleasure
“That’s how you lose your head ”
he would say.
“And your shirt.”
One day
he tucked her sanity
into a briefcase and left
without knowing what
it was she might have
most wished for.
Had he asked
she would have told him.
It was only his heart,
without recognizing
that deal had never once
been on the table.
