not entirely right

written on 4 march 2019

What’s that?
Someone who loves stealing
I only like stealing things that would otherwise be thrown out
What’s that?
Someone who steals things not worth stealing
The candy that’s spilled over the self serve bins
A pack of gum here
A new charger there
I’ll stop after the next to nothing silk orange tank top
I swear 
I’m smoother now
Swifter now
I know where the cameras are
The trick 
Buy one item
Steal the other
I tell myself it’s fine
I’m not hurting anyone
Not emotionally
Nor physically
Is it immoral?
I’m mortal anyway
But am I moral?
Thrifty or environmentally nifty?
I drank vodka for breakfast
They would have thrown it out
I said I could drink it
They chuckled nervously
I said it was fine 
You let it sit for a bit in your mouth 
Then let it slide down slowly
He said that was creepy
Right after he said he was lonely
Was he lonely
Maybe he was 
Or maybe he had kissed too many to feel close to any 
And maybe I had stolen too many to feel guilt for any
The girls not worth kissing
The items not worth stealing
We were both numb
With the secrets we kept
From those close and those far
When my mom saw the picture
She said I was probably just drinking water out of an empty bottle
She said I was probably saving it to recycle later
Not wrong
But also not entirely right
We drink
We lie 
We kiss
We steal
Not wrong
But also not entirely right

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