Kimberly Kruge
I don't have the heart to tell you
that this morning
in your absentmindedness
you left both front doors open
a sight so unholy when I
hours later came home to see it
their dangling the black satin
sashes of the building
it almost knocked the wind out of me
in elation the dust & the flies
could have come for us
the thief could have
returned for what
the thief didn't get last time
but why worry you with what
doesn't need worrying
sometimes no ill enters
the negative space &
this is how the future
has always been made