confession:
i
steal
things.

in my head:
money
does
not
exist.
it is
nothing
but
paper,
a system
that
only
screws
us
over.

my purse is full:
of
things
i
don't really
need
but
impulsively
take.
red
lipstick
and
a red
bra.

**** propriety
**** big white stores
**** cameras reminiscent of
Big Brother

i
find
a
dangerous
joy
in
the
ease
of
walking
away
unnoticed.