Klepto's Parting Words

My boy’s a klepto, too.

Takes stuff without meaning to sometimes, like me. Little hood, all set to start high school. Trying his best.

I think about him a lot. I’ll be hangin’ from ceiling tiles trying to steal back some urban magician’s stupid book, and his face’ll fill my mind. Wish I could visit him more, but I know I bring nothing but trouble.

Still. I keep on grinning, even while I'm runnin' away and stealin' things and beddin' Black Widows, ‘cuz I know there’s one thing in this world I didn’t screw up.

That’s him. And that’s enough.