That nincompoop will feel the wrath of my fists,
slamming his noggin, shattering whichever part
of his flawed thought process, that brought him
to my back pocket. I remember his face,
but it will never look the same once I’m finished with him.

I snagged some doe today, to buy my boy some baked beans.
I arrive in my room, leaks dripping from the ceiling,
holes in the wall, mold growing in the far corner.
My son sitting on the twin bed, wearing tattered clothing,
holding himself, weeping for the mother he once had.

I snag my Lexus key, heated up I take the wheel.
I ride through downtown, trying to recognize,
that sack of s*** thief, praying I don’t accidentally
take his life. But I want my face imprinted in his memory,
as the man who laid him up in the hospital.

I hold him, trying to stop the stream of tears,
falling from his face. It’s time for bed.
We continue to hold each other while sleeping, warming ourselves,
with the body heat emanating, from our broken souls.
Despite the love, winter chills still creep into our hearts.

I discovered his address, a walking woman recognized
my description of the snake’s face. I open the door to one room,
leaks dripping from the ceiling, holes in the wall,
mold growing in the far corner, two bodies shivering
on the twin bed.

I laid money on his nightstand,
And went back to my warm home.