
ledger
Kishwar Bare
Poetry
HIM HER
I keep Wondering when I can go home.
receipts. I should know When he pulls out the money,
what I am owed. that satisfied gleam in his eyes means
well-spent.
I look at her and I smile the way you smile when you
Know what this is worth. Did not invent this math, but calculate
it anyway.
They found it amusing. After all,
A room does not laugh at cruelty. It laughs at what it recognizes.