How to Steal A Painting 

 You’re thirteen.  Mike’s got an idea.  He’ll tell you
this weekend.  They don’t give you anything
beforehand, like they sometimes have.  They want you
steady and quick, even though nobody’s supposed
to be home.  You grew an inch this summer,
but you still fit through the basement window.
You land between a pair of pinball machines,
but there’s nothing you can do about it:
they can still see you.  You find her all right,
over their waterbed, like he said.  She
looks out from the frame like she’s met you before.
Back at his house, you guys party all night.
It makes a pretty good story.  You’ve still got
another year before you kill somebody.