Am I just another one, a number listed
among the exact columns
of your book? Am I just another random number, friend?
What we transacted
in the bar
in smiles
no expert
in finances
could record, and what you asked me
on your balcony--a businesslike relationship,
I guess, involving an exchange
of sex
for sex.
Or are you held accountable
as well
when what you do
is added
in the heart? And what will all your calculations mean
if I should want you deep
into the red?
I'll keep the statement, you the balance due
unless you care
as much
as I care, too.
