my bank teller,
omar, with his turban and long
white mustache
used to be friendly
and accommodating, give me a lolly
pop
or two when I went through
the drive up
window.
handling my transactions,
but now, he's angry, wearing
a mask,
demanding all my money,
holding a gun to the window.
you haven't made a deposit
in over a week
he says loudly into the garble
speaker. empty your pockets,
pour out the coffee cup full
of change into
the tray and drive away slowly.
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