It is not that it made a difference in the café or
bottle of wine or changed footstep after
bootstep crossing streets and bridges.
It did not alter the torn jeans. It did not
any more the rubber heels.
If anything, he saved money
on phone cards and had an extra hour
on idle Saturdays.
If anything, it changed his
sleep tonight. The curtains not quite drawn
closed, enough to let in the street light
to reflect off his worn leather
jacket on the coatrack
and her skirt,
bunched on the floor.