i let you into my home
where you fondled my valuables you
knew meant everything to me
yet, you still let them break
despite how fragile…
in my home, i knew forgiveness
so i picked up the pieces
and stuck them together again
and let you stay.
what a mistake i made
little did i know
you were a big bad wolf
creeping like a pussycat into
other virgin homes like my own
fondling their valuables,
corrupting their youth,
defiling their beauty,
stripping them of every bit of good and grace and happiness,
polluting their air…
degrading, soiling, spoiling.
i should have never answered the door
but i did
and now, i know better
so when you knock again, i’ll ignore
and turn you into poetry instead,
where you’ll live on a page,
in a book
on my shelf,
next to all my valuables you once tried to take,
collecting dust,
while i sleep peacefully in my bed at last…