i have become the raccoon
that broke into your green cooler
at the campground
the raccoon that ate
your last two loaves of bread
and the rest of the potato chips
i came home with you
hiding in the trunk of your car
next to the sleeping bags
you were so tired
when you got back to your apartment
that when you unpacked everything
you carried me inside
by the scruff of my neck
and didn't even notice what i was
when you go to bed at night
i creep out from behind the bookshelf
and search for the cooler
trying to remember as i look for it
how to pry the latch open
how to open the lid
and how to eat what i find inside
as loudly as possible
so that you will wake up
and find me
with my head buried
in these things i have found
that you could have only left
for me
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