Kate Peper

The Serial Killer’s Parents, Afterward

Cracking the morning silence with an egg
in the new town. Cream to lighten
his coffee, his good morning make-believe.

Their new name hasn’t sunk in,
doesn’t feel right in their mouths.

She pretends to plan raised beds
for winter vegetables. Neither
would dream of getting a pet.

Come spring, she’ll hang a new birdhouse.
He’ll paint the fence white
to show they belong.