by James Schwartz
I map the security cameras
Locked windows
& locations
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I disable a camera
My Amish father
Is behind me
In hot pursuit
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I snare
The painting
Cubist.
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My Amish father
Rolls the dice
Still behind me.
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The window is locked.
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On a winter afternoon
We enjoy the board game
Clue: The Great Museum Caper.
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A teenage memory
Forgotten until headlines
Of the Great Louvre Caper.
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I make my escape.
James Schwartz is a Detroit based poet and author of various poetry collections including The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America (2011) and most recently Big Island Beatnik: Poetry & Photography from the Lower East Rift Zone (Alien Buddha Press, 2025). queeraspoetry.bsky.social