the frozen chicken out of Barb’s freezer,
blueberries for Emma,
Nanna’s and Gramp’s old tools,
your mother’s samples from the jeweler,
blue jeans, but I gave them away again,
a photo of my Native American ancestor,
an entire train,
great-grandma's jewels out of a coffee can,
odds and ends from strangers who chain-smoked,
a brown paper sack,
and when I looked for the bag
it had evaporated, because I may be the only
kleptomaniac who steals in my sleep.
As for the things I stole while awake,
they are too many to mention.