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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Saturday, March 19, 2011

The Ouija Board

A gaggle of giggling girls
We gather again
Sit in a circle
Behind a closed door
On the cold, pink bathroom tile

We are
     HUSHED
By our leader
And owner of the game
Made to remember and repeat
Our oaths
     Of HONESTY
    And SECRECY

The question is posed
The light switch is flipped
     then DARKNESS
Nervous laughter
     Shhh...

We gently place our finger tips on the pointer
And wait
Our heartbeats pounding loudly in our ears
And quickly in our still boyish chests

Then
Ever so slowly
The pointer begins to move...

submitted for Magic in the Backyard's Wish Jar