like a skilled fox
carrying young in its teeth
carrying the grocery sack
filled with the heads
of flowers you trimmed
with precision from our neighbor’s garden
because our neighbor’s son
leaves dead field mice
on our doorstep and I saw him
watching me through the bedroom window
so you add another
deadbolt and this is a warning
and we’ll sleep in a bed of flower heads
tonight and we’ll worry tomorrow
about what it means to behead
the neighbor’s garden