Thief in the Night
Mi amor, mi cielo, mi alma, my wife
is a bandit
a pirate
a goonwalah
Every evening begins with equitable
division,
No matter, because 3 AM- 4 at the
latest,
Finds me shivering with no blanket remaining.
Every morning begins with her well
rested, bright eyed, and bushy tailed.
Then, with the clear eyed conscience
of the innocent - or the truly amoral,
she cheerfully asks me how I slept.
What audacity.