Goldilocks Paradox

In the den of evil and fright I pause
to taste the mornings and evenings left behind.
Audacity.
Crouching in a foreign home, I cannot
help but be fascinated by the debris.
Remains, discarded. I want to learn how to learn,
I want to dig through a stranger’s banana peels and tin cans and find
meaning. Definition.
I am lost in these puzzles of refuse, these crosswords
of time and place,
sudokus and jigsaws of home.
Sprawled on the floor, I am a trespasser
of curious intent,
I am sticking my fingers
in all your pies, I am dissatisfied.
You disappoint me, with your packeted sugar.
You do not scare me. I have uncovered
your ordinariness,
show me those claws. I dare you.