Left Hands

You committed no sins Towered over me
Like the crane outside my bedroom window
Observing my alien.

In a past life I sign the receipt
90210 is the only zip code I know
I follow the rules with my scribble.

The same aliens are at the door
As the ones at the tables
Wrapped in plastic.

I wouldn’t have this if I knew
The oyster-pink insides of the burger
My sister held in her little hands.