went to the store,
hadn’t stolen in a while.
I paid for the bananas,
yellow candle and Gorilla tape.

But I pocketed the green
Ogun candle.

and no one faulted me for
that. I brought home
the red roses like they asked.
set the spiders.
most everyone
applauding save
some faceless lonely
bitch crying.

we don’t know her or owe
her anything.

“seven of swords”