We joke about what we would actually steal
if we were breaking in for reasons other than carelessness.
A nice quilt. A DVD player from the nineties.
Week-expired milk. I am rich, I tell you.
It’s been a week since I’ve been in my apartment.
I want to touch everything. I want to wash every dish
in the kitchen sink like a newborn.
I want to pull you to the floor to make love
among the ticket stubs, the bobby pins,
the evidence of living.
- Sierra DeMulder
New Shoes on a Dead Horse