She’d catch you
She’d catch you. It
was easy for her to do. She’d come to
work at two am just to see if you were sleeping.
It would be hard for me show up like that. But she’d show up all right. Hairs standing up on end looking to see if I
left some couch undone. Some dust not
swept up underneath. It was late mind
you. I could see nothing but blackness
though the windows of the five bedroom tumbler.
The curtains left open specifically so I could expect her arrival. And arrive she did, almost like a mouse with
a bell. Keep the front door locked and
the back screen unlocked. “Why did you
unlock the back screen door? Why are
there towels hanging up on the rack? Why
are there cups on the coffee table? Why are
there rags hanging over the sink?” Hmmm,
hmmm I’d mumble. There was no talking
back.
