Vintage Place Neighborhood

I wonder what makes an entire house

smell like cough syrup
across the small yard of a young couple
I wonder if it's a plant or just a huge amount
of cough syrup
look at me, the locks
on my house and car don't work
is this how I'm
casual in my city
but turning left at my least favorite
stop light I remember the eight dollar
renter's insurance that Katya pitched
years ago
I am the thief in my imagination though
at Whole Foods reaching into my bag
watching the security guard watch me
I imagine him imagining I'm reaching
for my gun and in my dream
Mom, Dad and me at the motel
I found a gold necklace in the Bible drawer
and wrapped it in a washcloth
then all of the twins I know appeared in a sticky
bathroom
sticky fingers in my dreams
awake and asleep
still swiping my credit card
irl
much to my chagrin