Every day I continue to live with him—
to fulfill my “till death us do part” pact—
I am accepting that he will never change,
so I safeguard not my heart, but my accounts,
(for I haven’t anything of market value),
so that when he is feeling compulsive,
and goes where the greyhounds race
to play the cards with their geometric faces,
I will have the little things I need—
absent the four walls,
and that which it needs.