[confusion?]
Two bags of cookies.
[One obtained illicitly, rated R for brief nudity and language]
Dipping them one by one
in milk, drawing patterns on my legs when my fingers get wet.
Between a bad lunchable and coming near to tears,
Right next to ignoring and not caring
There we are.
We're the happy picture on a postcard from a far away land
[wish you were here]
and the haunting shadow of a headstone late in the evening.
We've been sitting there on our high shelf for so long that we've developed our own special dust.
