crying uncle

[Bunx]

currency

when you say I love you
I value that
as purely transactional

a cold calculation

I no longer find currency
in your counterfeit idea
of family

currency

You say, “I love you.” I value that
as purely transactional.

Your calculation of love is based
solely upon your bottom line.

You sold the bond between us
for pennies on the dollar,

and I no longer find currency
in your counterfeit idea of family.

As far as the poem I love it as if structurally. The meaning I think is double.
If the narrators spouse comes from privilege and money that love might as well be real and genuine in a capitalist society. We all are taught to want more, and do less with our free time equating to "do more to make money". We become indebt to our spouses expectations.

I feel like this poems victim....
It's the tone of the narrator it reads like
A cold contract being broken
By someone broken....

I just wanted to makes these notes to hint at
Where a reader might take this... Falling out of love with privilege and bread winner mentality.