Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, May 15, 2014

True Confessions

Some nights
after the lights are off
 I fall asleep
while my husband talks to me
I wake myself up
and he doesn't even notice
Other times
I start to snore.


I ate an entire box of Better Cheddar crackers
in one day
This happened more than once.


People say
I'm a good listener
This is true
This is also true:
I pretend to listen
while my mind is elsewhere
I am good at this.



Anonymous said...



mmm-hmmmm. really?! you don't say! ~

Susie Clevenger said...

My husband likes me to talk him to sleep... lol

I have similar food stories

I can zone with an expression I am listening to every word...

Darn, we have similar confessions..lol

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I relate to it all - the box of crackers, the listening.......and I am cracking up - at the same time feeling comradely towards - the mouse off to the right lifting the bar off his chest. Hilarious. Some days I am the one eating the crackers. Some days I am the mouse.

Fireblossom said...

This poem is....

...I'm sorry, what did it say, again?


Marcoantonio Arellano said...

i think i'm a good listener and a good observer. as the middle kid of nine siblings i developed this skill set. my good listening came from listening carefully to mamasitas singing and songs.

ok, i admit it, i'm thief of anything chocolate. i'm a 'chocoholic'. been trying to get 'help' for this condition but can't find any psychologists that will tackle this challenge.

Ella said...

lol! Better Cheddar-I am a Cheese It Whore-lol No, really I am!

This had me smiling and now craving my cheese!

Love yours~