poem

 Apprehended

I caught myself,

red-handed,

Trying to capture myself.

Sheepishly, I pleaded ignorance.

When that didn’t work

I put it all on myself—

Weren’t you hungry?

Haven't you ever felt loved?

The penalty for unauthorized attempted

acquisition

Is 25 years to life in a work house 

In a small town just on the outskirts 

Of international waters.

Here, you’re both the sheriff and the burglar

Tasked with trying to stop yourself from getting what you

covet.

To escape, just use the keys

Jangling from your waist.

That’s part of the job, too

9/14/25