the lollipop

despite
my accounts, my picture
id
and deposit slip
with my name and address
clearly printed
on it,
the teller
at my bank is highly
suspicious.
he needs to go talk
to the manager
he says,
looking at me sideways
turning the check
over and over,
squinting
at the numbers.
he locks up his drawer
then leaves.
I take a lollipop from
the bowl
and wait.
sucking on it's sweet
pineapple
candy
until he returns
to ask will that be
in fifties or twenties.