Mr M

The Invisible Mr. M

He steals the food, every morsel,
from a family's kitchen
while they're making dinner.

Only Katie in her high chair
sees this slick guy slip
pasta, cheese, cans of peas

into his transparent pockets,
sees it and cries.
"Where did it go?" the family asks,

only now they mean
their always small bank balance,
suddenly zero. Even their pockets are empty.

Now Mr. M, industrious man,
really gets busy, taking
screens from windows,

chunks of plaster from walls,
gas from the car
along with tags and tires.

While they count down their losses
Mr. M gets into the wiring
and pulls out the electricity.

He nicks the phone signal,
siphons all the heat from the furnace,
pulls the house from under their feet.

Still only Katie has seen him.
She's stopped crying. She stares at his face.
So he steals her, too.

-- Ian Erinson
Apr. 17, 2019


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