MILK AND COOKIES
I hope death is like Christmas eve
The whole family is there
People that I haven’t seen in forever
And I sleep on the couch
Hear my parents in the other room
A bite of a cookie
A small sip of milk
my cousins set out the presents
I hope that the window is filled
With the sight of falling snow
my breath fogs the glass when I shuffle over to watch it
I climb back over to my blankets
And listen to my parents’ trip over each other
As they try to dance like back in the day
I hope that when I close my eyes
I can hear laughter from the other room.
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