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

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Midnight Snack



Midnight Snack by Curtis Wilson Cost (1984)

We giggle like kids

hide under covers

sneak a tickle

The dogs study us

like we’ve gone mad

then sigh and fall asleep

In the morning

we’ll drink coffee and

read the paper 

at the kitchen table

But tonight we snack 

in bed.


submitted for The Mag, Mag 139