I am stealing my father’s house.
He wants me to have it;
nevertheless, I’m stealing it.
I’ve torn up his carpet,
sold his sofa,
brought in a Scandinavian desk.
I show him a photo of his cat
(now mine) seated
on the sill, observing birds
in the guava tree.
Why have you got
the window wide open? he asks.
I’m also drinking all of his wine.
It’s going to take quite a while.
Jackson 