poetry writing challenge - day 13

Write about a hobby.

Really?
Oh geez. I’ll have to make one up.


Stealing

I take the best frosting flowers off birthday cakes
Wrap them in cellophane and put them in my pocket

I steal nickels from the man with the tin cup
And dance moves from the nimble

I swap price tags in drug stores and pay for the cheaper,
pocketing lip gloss with the other hand.

I am reprehensible, but good at it.

I steal looks and ideas
When I come home, I have to go around the back.

If I opened my front door
Everything would come pouring out:

Opnions, mostly, that aren’t mine.
Anecdotes from a life I never lived.
Stacks of pre-owned, once-worn dreams.