They always come home
late at night, making
the plates clatter about.
The food being rustled around like that is unsettling. Its sounds like a thief, yet I know better.
There they go, banging all the pots and pans
around like no one is trying to sleep.
The microwave hums to
life; what do you need to
heat up at this time of day?
There goes the sink. What in the
world could they need to keep
running the water for?
Metal clanking on the counter, like they're emptying the silverware drawer. It's loud. It's too loud.

Please I just want to go to Bed.

It's like this every night...