My car stolen, my bedroom trashed,
I'm still in pajamas, no one blinks a lash
at my chattels traded for someone else's
junk — fluffy Disney toys. Moshe's
lounging on the stair. Moshe, did you take it?
He smirks, the woman beside him nuzzles
closer. Roderick counsels patience. I rage,
hurl stuffies out the door. Roderick's draped
not dressed — I glance, he accuses
though all I see is elastic-jockstrapped hip.
Police in the kitchen, Esther missing her head.
We rush to the boats, they're crazed with ice.
If you want your gift, go now, Ben advises.
I bail. The truck nails it, driverless, red.
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