Friday, February 11, 2011

in the act

i caught you
trying to sneak by
bristling with marshmallows
peeping out from
long fingers curled
peeping out your
joyful, guilty grin

did you think i'd miss it?
did you think i
wouldn't want too?
you knew. you knew.

1 comment:

  1. this just happened again - my cheeks still hurt from our laughing so much as i accused pg by reading this poem at her loudly and theatrically :D

    it was only after we'd initially settled down that i realized that she was hiding more in her other hand. she claims that she was hiding them not because she doesn't want to share - but because she doesn't want me to see her eating so many marshmallows.