When life becomes distracted
while dealing with a mess
and return to table duties
prompts another to confess
the powdered chocolate profile
with coated purple shirt
her sticky-fingered dirt.
The thing that always stumps me
as I look at her darkened lips,
is the way she thinks I won't see them,
those evidential tips:
A pile of broken pieces,
a splash from dirt-stained sink,
the cast of wayward dollies
left wet from "taking a drink,"
A page torn from a hostage book,
her sister's stolen purse
where coins once danced when shaken
and the secret gum gone, much worse.
When life is full of dainty thefts
committed in daring raid,
I have to remind myself it'll pass,
and someday the shock treatments will fade...