pries open the back door.
with a wrench,
a crow bar,
he's hardly quiet coming in.
i yawn
and stretch in bed.
i yell down the steps.
hey.
what's going on
down there?
there's nothing left
for you to
take.
she got it all in the divorce,
there's no money
anywhere.
the intruder
goes quiet
as he opens the fridge door,
then
yells, up i'm sorry,
my bad.
i'll leave now. hope
you don't if i take a slice
of cake,
where exactly do you keep
your tupperware?
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