A STOLEN GLANCE

I pinch my fingers together

and take the doors off its hinges.

I reach my arm inside,

snaking up the stairs,

but my fingers can’t reach the landing.

I twist my arm out of the building,

pull the edges of the roof up.

It lifts, with relatively little collateral damage.

My eyes scan a nearby park,

where I lay the roof for a moment.

Now I can bring my head in close.

A single eyeball hovering above your bed.

This is not what I expected;

white naked walls and a single bed.

You would not think it was lived in.

My breath stirs you.

I step back and reach for the roof.

My hands shake as I replace it.

Dusting off my coat I assess the damage is forgivable.

I walk away.

 

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