the robbery

teens can be invisible to the adult world - which isn't necessarily a bad thing - or even surprising we have little in common.

I visit you in dreams,
and my visit is always unexpected.
I’m always excited and more
than a little apprehensive.

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In dream variations, your reactions shuffle
like poker cards - you’re surprised and pleased,
or wary, or even politely disappointed.

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Dreams can be a harsh mirror and as in real life,
my emotions are poorly protected.

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Brushstrokes of truth hide behind the
tricksy falsehoods of dream-scapes. After all,
I’m an unworthy suitor in practically every way.

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In the real world, I’m sure early, favorable
impressions would fade to inevitable boredom.
I have that effect on adults - I’ve seen it
- a quick nod my way and I become invisible.

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I should be a bank robber - “What did the
robber look like?” the police would ask.
“Well... the teller would say,” fading off to vagueness.

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I could stand right there looking at my phone.

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“Did YOU see anything?” The cop would ask me.
“I was playing candy crush...” I’d begin,
but the cop would walk distractedly away.

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By the time they got the video evidence, I’d be long gone.

Author's Note

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