By Kathleen Greiger

Sue suggests we rob a bank
If caught, they won’t keep us
Not easy to detain,
not feasible to confine

She in her wheelchair,
her muscles abandoned
I, in my seizures,
brain surgeries failed

I think of us as bandits
Loving the idea,
appreciating the humor,
we sit and we laugh

My aunt called today
Becoming blind in one
eye, unsure if it will
happen in the other

Scared, also stubborn,
she gives it a laugh
Still driving,
not willing to yield

As I speak of our plan,
that we could use a third,
her chuckle
cascades into laughter

Our ally, the absolute
accomplice
Three outlaws
in her getaway van