PETTY THEFT

7 2 Y P E T T Y T H E F T N I C H O L A S F R I E D M A N They scattered maps and old receipts, then left the doors pulled wide. An ersatz moon threw light on everything they weren’t looking for. Loose change made constellations on the floor. You shook for half the night. No loss, I said, cupping a breast as we each drifted o√ toward half-congruent dreams or none at all, our crooked bodies nesting at the crooks. And that was love – the careful quietness that kept the bed we made. And so we lay, oblivious to the years that we’d spend aching for what we could have missed, had it been taken. ...