where the burglar
and copy cat break bread.
I can be found
ducking
once the plates are thrown,
where flinching
is a personality trait
and not a reaction.
Each measure of
protection
is not enough,
and houses are not homes
when you don't feel safe.
"But if you value safety
so much
you will close everyone off,"
he said.
"No one believes you."
The sun warms the kitchen--
the knives, all glittering
in the sink.
Compassion is competitive
and everyone just talks
about themselves.
The burglar and the copy cat
steal everything I love.
Steal everything
until I am a shell
and not a muse.
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