The library after lunch
Don’t be any later than we
already are.
Everyone’s gone.
We’re all alone.
The CCTV camera snitched
on us.
A three days’ suspension had her map
the route to my house, sneaking into
my bed.
No one’s home.
We’re all alone.
An app on Mom’s phone caught her
climbing through the window.

(© 2022 AC)