Sometimes you barter a trombone for a pick-up.
Sometimes it’s a fixed vacuum for a six-pack.
We barter in any relationship.
I bartered with you. Two kids. A dog.
One dead husband; two ex-husbands.
You, one ex-wife; a few girlfriends.
When a six-pack is equal to a fixed vacuum,
you are good to go.
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amazing poetry. thank you.