20 July 2011
If I were a killer,
I’d leave blood on my hands
To smear the stain twists of my fingerprints
Across the nighttime smooth of your window pane.
I’d use my pistol in broad daylight
And bang warning shots at the clouds
Until the bystanders
Would stand and watch.
I’d detail my intentions
With a spell-checked note,
So that if they got me before I could explain,
I would have already explained.
I’d want you to know.