happy bandits

and we wrote nice things,
encouraging things,
like, "you are loved" and "tomorrow will be better."

and we put them in mailboxes,
bushes,
on driveways
and on porches.

and that made us feel good.

but between the cinder blocks of walls
and only to ourselves,
we wrote in invisible ink other things,
like, "your mother never loved you" and "i hope you die."

and we put them in mailboxes,
bushes,
on driveways

and on porches.

and that made us feel even better.