First poem in 15 years

This is the first poem I’ve written in more than 15 years. I wrote it for a poetry workshop I’m taking at UNLV, as a graduate assistant in the MFA creative writing program. (My concentration is fiction, but we have to take some poetry classes, too.) The theme of the workshop is the “immediately accessible sublime” or, as I simply interpret it, that which is near and dear.
This is the second draft. The teacher Donald Revell and my remarkably talented classmates provided plenty of feedback, a lot of which I incorporated into the poem.
Breaking and Entering
Standing on the sidewalkScreamingHalf English, half Farsi
Her refuge Shattered Interior lights onPorch light offThe door splintered and ajarFaceplate and screwsSprawled across the floor
The scene is securedDoors and drawers dustedShe entersPast a palm print black on white
In the squad carThe officer asks questionsDespondent she respondsHe pecks an antiquated computerWhile reading aloud“The victim stated that the jewelry Was given to her By her grandmother in Iran”
They leave us aloneNoticing a painting She no longer likesShe observes They never take what you want them to
With ink-stained handsWe push the suddenly mobile Media centerAgainst the doorDrag the mattress into the living roomEveryone’s a suspectThe neighbor, the FedEx guy, the security guardFinally a kiss good nightThen with all the lights onWe lie down and act like we’re asleep