B of E #20: socks to tell no tales

Frank Prem

it is a sock

 

a grey school-sock
from one of the boys
on the mat outside the front door

 

curious

 

herd the boys in
set the packages down
start the kettle
a cup of tea and then


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the window is open
not much
but open

 

it wasn't left like that

 

slowly
to the bedroom

 

knick-knacks
from the bedside cupboard
huddled on the floor

 

another sock

 

drawers open
the bed oddly angled
some things look different
some the same
surreal

 

the lounge room

 

empty CD holder

 

the spare bedroom

 

no lap-top
game-boy and DVDs gone
a backpack
unable to be accounted

 

mess on the floor

 

nothing broken
just mess
a vague awareness of absence

 

prickling

 

send the boys to the neighbors
I SAID NOW
check all the rooms
under beds
in cupboards
never mind what’s gone
make sure no-one is there

 

call the police
no tidying till they get there
only a few hours

 

wait
learn that socks
eliminate fingerprints
the backpack carries the take
this happens
all the time
there is no danger
don't forget to do the insurance
in the morning

 

put it out of your mind
go to bed

 

rest easy

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2018 00:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: The Book of Evenings.
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  • Goldfinch60

    I hope the insurance compensated.



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