a victimless crime
this cat-burglar in a
cat-suit and black stilettos
slipped thru an open
window and caught me
in my boxers in the
kitchen of a tiny
apartment
she slipped me outta'
my shorts and clutched
onto the family jewels
down on her knees
she got what she came
for and slipped back
out the window
before i could even
mount a respectable
defense
the only evidence she
was even ever here
were the scratches on
my thighs and the
lipstick smudges
she left along my
obliques—
CP
Steve Calamars lives in San Antonio, TX. He has a B.A. in Philosophy and works in a grocery store. His first poetry chapbook, American Violence, will be released April 2010 from New Polish Beat. He blogs here.
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