great stealth i went
around his
rooms
as the party roared
on, to his hallways and foyer
and tilted each
mirror,
each picture hanging on
the wall.
a sconce or two,
a family
photo.
i made each one lean
just an eighth
of an inch to either side.
he called
me the next day and said,
i knew it was
you.
it had to be you.
i wish he was still around
to laugh
about it,
once more.
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