Thief

You stole the covers,
Walked them out the door.
Now I lay, insomniatic,
In dawn’s light,
And frigid skin.

You pilfered my identity,
Discarding bits on the floor.
Tossed a title out the window,
Washed a definition down the drain.

You purloined my future.
Put it on EBay.
And sold it to the lowest bidder,
To show me how little
You thought it worth.

It’s all right.
I kept the good stuff to myself,
Because I recognized a crook.
And I’ve got a safe,
That you’ll never crack.