As we get older
My wife calculates how many
Times a day she can climb the stairs
 
Her insulation is slowly eating itself
Exposing the shiny bare copper conductors
Plasma runs down her legs, her fingers spark
 
She can’t sleep at night, the signals
Get jumbled and confused, she wakes
And goes into the bathroom to turn on the light
She tries not to wake me, which is nice, but hopeless
 
We have been married for 38 years
Our induction, electrical and otherwise,
Means I am always transformed with her current
Our life has always coiled in the exact same direction
And now I am wired to awaken the very instant she does.