we’ve got your picture
and your address.
we know what you did with that boy
on the third day of the fifth week of your tenth year of school
every thought, sigh, and sound
every rumour floating around
all movements and events
we know them all
we have a creeping man of pure silk
sliding out of your window at night
we have an invisible dog
sniffing you out
1:32 am
I think it crapped in my garden!
Love the poems,
Sandra