After I Robbed the Bank
After I robbed the bank in the seedy part of town, you shot several
onlookers' hands so that they couldn't call the cops. Good thing for us
the cops didn't want to drive down there, anyway. We had crossed the
state line by the time they found someone willing to interview the
witnesses. But we had left no fingerprints, and we'd seen enough
Forensic Files to know to dump the gun. We stopped at a Speedway
somewhere in mid-Indiana where the man behind the counter was much less
concerned about us than he was about the satellite TV. You bought a
twelve pack, and I got the dog some water. We spent the night sleeping
in the rest stop, and in the morning we changed the cash into poker
chips at the casino on the river. I was pretty sure I loved you, and
you were pretty sure that was close enough. We'd go for decades without
questioning it. Our kids would be none the wiser.
Sarah Carson is an editor at Chicago-based Rhino. She has work in or coming from DIAGRAM, Cutbank, Strange
Machine and others.
Detail of collage on main page courtesy
of Joana Coccarelli.
Detail of collage on main page courtesy of Joana Coccarelli.