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Cracker Crook
My parents never bought cheese crackers.
It was snack time.
Fluorescent lights
reflected off the packaging of the
confined square crackers sandwiching
alarmingly orange cheese
that I knew was oh-so-good.
I had to have them.
Dreams of processed heaven blocked
all worry of consequence, and I
snatched my personal packet of happy.
Seconds from its hiding place in my bag,
a call of outrage from a tattle tale one backpack hook over
left me stuck, chubby hand outreached.
I shuffled back to return
my prized possession to its place on the cart,
eyes focused on the colorful alphabet carpet below.
I tried to ignore my teacher filling out the pink slip,
spelling out my failed robbery.
My parents never bought cheese crackers.
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Prompted to write a piece on a childhood memory, I recalled my short stint in thievery in kindergarden. While the act was unsuccessful, a little bit of that guilt has stuck with me all these years, thereby inspiring this poem.