The grin

Turning over & starting again
he lay in bed with
a shifty neighbour
kicking, thrashing, writhing, snoring
An eel in the sack with a voice
Uncommunicative & foul
He'd seen her on the toilet and he ran away
to afraid to believe
she was a vessel, processing
A pit, mechanism
he'd hoped for angel, without holes
he'd gotten the same as him.
And now in bed
he heard the word spoken
seen the grin in the candlelight
her sleeping body grimacing
the word over & over
over again
'work, work, work.'
& he cried till he felt so bitter