for the kids

the first bank
i robbed was so
easy. no gun, just
a bar of soap
carefully carved
to look like one.
i was nervous,
of course, my
mask was soaked
with sweat, but
it went well. i
disguised my voice,
made it deep and
gravelly, like
my ex wife shirley's,
who put me up to
this to help
with chld support
and alimony. she
planned the whole
thing actually
and drove the get
away car, well,
mini-van. we even
stopped for some
drive thru
burgers and fries
on the way home.
her home now, i
have a studio
apartment over
the liquor store.
we're on our third
bank now and i'm
almost caught up
on my back payments,
so she's happy,
i'm happy, but it's
exhausting. strangely
we have been getting
along alot better
since we started
robbing banks. in fact
we once pulled over
after doing ninety
on the freeway to
escape the cops
and made out for awhile
in the park where
we ate our lunch
and split up the dough.
i'm only doing
this for the kids
i told her while
in the back of the
van. i know sweetie
she said, i know.