Thieves: I am calling.
You know who I am.
I am lateborn. I am nearsighted. My voice is hoarse.
You must overturn drawers, break open locked cabinets, tear the mattresses.
Be angry, hurried. Empty the house.
Through the window, through the door: I hear you coming, in droves, or is it singly, openly, and unafraid?
One is singing. I like this: singing thieves. It is unexpected.
I would not stop you if I could. I am calling all thieves. I do not discriminate between the fastidious and the vandal.
I am in mourning: only you do I call a friend. Thief: friend.
I can think of nothing I would steal from myself. I lack imagination. Things look worthless to me. Nothing shines.
Only you think I have something worth taking. You imagine things that are not there. Every house glistens.
Even when there is nothing, you continue to hope.