The Intruder by Crystal Foretia

Let me be clear— you were expected

But not invited. Then again, when 

Have you ever needed an invitation 

To cross into another's home?

It was your duty, your destiny,

To prod around my house

And anticipate my hospitality.

You're entitled to my kindness, of course.

The same kindness you showed me,

As your husband whipped civility into us

Like dim-witted donkeys.

I sensed your discontent from the porch, 

Wondering when your beloved 

Would give up his mission and kill us 

Like the brutes you made of us.

But hey, it's a bygone era.

We're free for now.

Free for us to survive.

And free for you to pretend 

Nothing ever happened.