One Tenth Of The Law

She saw him stealing
out of the house that morning.

He had a vestibule
in his hands, and a spare
dado rail.

  He took the flight
of stairs, two steps at a time.
He wore the maroon rug

on which they’d rolled.
But she was glad, in fact,

to be trapped in the attic.
She did not wish
to be part of the furniture.

From the book Looks Familiar