In the half dark
lost in meditation
I fall back asleep
and wake to mom calling
from the kitchen,
“Who left the milk out?”
I can’t decide
whether to admit my guilt
or pretend I’m still asleep
and hope
one of my siblings
takes the blame.
8-1-22
In the half dark
lost in meditation
I fall back asleep
and wake to mom calling
from the kitchen,
“Who left the milk out?”
I can’t decide
whether to admit my guilt
or pretend I’m still asleep
and hope
one of my siblings
takes the blame.
8-1-22
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