Check, please!

Everyone, everyone! is keeping tabs
Mine so far: printer paper, ink cartridges, weed — oh yeah, and rent, even though you said it’s cool. It’s cool because we’re fucking.
It’s cool, it’s cool! I tell myself. Everyone protecting resources. Mine, an affinity for arm hairs on end. You, your stickers and set lists and dog piss everywhere. (You’re the dog.)
Your last girlfriend took all the pots and pans so I can see why you’re worried.
Nothing is free, Mom said — love said. You still have to pay your bill. We spend a couple more nights there, because hey, what’s a couple more bad nights? The concierge shrugs. We shrug.
The window of our hotel room stares into a concrete wall, smudgy and gray. We look into the stains until we see a storm cloud — Seattle, a dog in a hat, people in love.
