Versus
You kicked in my apartment door.
I noticed our opposite footwear
right away. I wore slippers,
a creature comfort
to cope with winter.
You were wearing
combat boots.
They were black,
no surprise there.
They matched your suit.
A black Homburg hat
solidified your look.
I knew what you were.
I wasn’t expecting
the gray ski mask.
It hit me with
a dose of hope.
If you had assumed
I would be easy to kill
you would've arrived barefaced.
I was buttering a slice
of stale bread
when you broke in.
My hope drained
when I realized
my weapon for this fight
would be a butter knife,
in your hands you held an M4.