4/13/25: stealing from donald justice

 My poem's title today comes from the poem that was used as the inspiration for Napowrimo's prompt. The poem I think you should read today is by Franny Choi, you can read it here.

donald justice wrote something that made me jealous
so i broke into his prius and stole some change and sunglasses.
i spent the change on a bad coffee at a sheetz, vile swill
swirled through me, i felt dark inside, still wearing his sunglasses.
    i went home to our room with no windows.
    i sat in silence dreaming of light from no windows.

i was not satisfied with my decision. so i went to his house.
i knocked on the door, but nobody was home.
or donald justice saw his sunglasses and stayed away.
who was this poemless lunatic outside his home?
            i left and went to our car and wept softly.
    rain started falling on our rusted out car softly.

i called donald justice's phone number, my call was disconnected.
i knew i was losing control, but i needed some closure.
i knew that an answer was out there, in his possession.
his glory, his light, your winning smile, some closure.
    i have been such a wreck since you left me.
    look what i've done and what you've done to me.