Robbers

I'm knocking
tip toe outside a stranger's door
casually let myself in
fill pockets with
trinkets, purses, china, antique armoirs

and all this life we've glorified
robbing from the blind
it's not easy you see
don't think I don't know sympathy
my victims in my shadow staring back at me

as robbers in my thoughts
they tell me what to think
they're hiding in my clothes
crawling in the kitchen sink

it's not easy

-The Cold War Kinds