All white top, all white belt, all white jeans body lookin like milk.
We joke about what we would actually steal
if we were breaking in for reasons other than carelessness.
A nice quilt. A DVD player from the nineties.
Week-expired milk. I am rich, I tell you.
It’s been a week since I’ve been in my apartment.
I want to touch everything. I want to wash every dish
in the kitchen sink like a newborn.
I want to pull you to the floor to make love
among the ticket stubs, the bobby pins,
the evidence of living.
Sierra DeMulder; “After We Break Into My Apartment Because I Lost My Keys”