An Errant Sputnik

when i knocked, you opened the door

you entertained me as a guest,

and in return, i cased the joint.

i counted all the doors and rooms and windows and walls

i assessed your possessions and their value

i politely helped myself to the layout of your mind

so that next time i could enter uninvited

i know it may come as a surprise to you

to have your home invaded by someone you trust

but perhaps at least you can trust my motives

i don’t want to take the things you own from you

i just want to know that they’re accessible to me

in case i should need them.

for example; i will not steal your wit

because it will be right where i left it when I go.

i cannot steal your memories,

because they are affixed to your form

but I can use their style, their texture, their kiss as a muse

and when i find my own roof ready to buckle,

i can seek shelter in the refuge of a foundation better built