Poem | north entrance has cameras, but the room above is accessible if we climb the wall, shimmy the ledge, and…

…She came in through the window,

“cleaner left it open. Cut her in and,”

we were in; trying not to laugh

Embracing the moment

and each other. Then

we moved from the

bedroom

into the

hallway.

She knew where to go,

she always does.

Personally, I followed

the novelty, she

followed the thrill.

She found it

comfortable

that way.

“Privet school snobs who

still own a safe for all

their buckets of cash…

But people

who keep

cash for

a rainy

day

can’t buy better weather…”

She was full of such

profound wisdom,

and we moved up

the stairs, past

bedrooms into

a study where

the safe sat behind

a painting of

a buffalo bathing

She was never friends

with the girls from school.

She had no friends.

She desired most

only reason to live

in the woods.

We were young

and she was the

most palatable

company for me

back then.

“So cliche,” she said

while tending to the

safe. While I made

the noises of a

heavy door opening

into the palm of my hand.

I lowered my torch

as she spun her head;

smiling with a joy

so deserved it

was painful

One of the girl at school

who bragged about

their wonderful family

holiday to Bora Bora,

would never

have imagined

us imagining robbing

her daddy’s treasure’s

We pretended

to fill our bags

and fled…

Back through the hallway.

Down a flight of stares

and into the bedroom

Out the window

Shimmied the wall

Climbed down

into the garden,

reached the perimeter

Jumped the wall

Grabbed the pushbikes and

into the woods. Made it to the meadow

changed our clothes, burnt the others,

dumped the bikes into the river,

and for a moment,

she was content.

The type of content that

money couldn’t buy.

…