I dreamed
he came running
into my room
Begging me
to hide him; terrified,
sweaty, breathing
Hard as the girl
running from an ugly death
in the cemetery
Of a horror movie.
I said, relax your having a nightmare.
It is probably
All those late night
burgers you eat; put down your phone
and stop tweeting.
He muttered,
you can cheat the little guy,
but never borrow
From the oligarchs;
they never forget and oligarch
is just another definition
For Russian mafia.
If I’m voted out, they will get me,
my family or both.
Oligarchs can’t let
business partners think it is possible
to welch on a debt.
I replied, relax
no one lives forever; repent even the criminal
was saved on the cross.
He whined, but
I’m not Christian, never was, it’s
just another scam.
I smiled and said, relax
no one lives forever, repent even the criminal
paid his debt.
My husband's poetry 
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