everyone gets took

that toothbrush
still boxed that
i'll open somewhere else

that virgin paddle
i never used
on her,
or her,
or her

the gleaners,
hope chest,
dining room table
in pieces
in storage

the sheer shirt
still stained
brown with spilled
rye

a photo,
a bag full of
panties i pulled off
i can't even look
at the colors
of them

that last condom i
was going to
thumb my nose at
while we fucked pure
with clean bills of
health

a business card,
frozen soup,
overdue books,
the cable bill,
a rolling pin

its all theirs
i can't seem to
throw them out

my cock
my pulse
my glasses
my belief in mercy
its all theirs