Poems Poems Poems

Hoch thinks this poem is *~beautiful~*. I like it too.

Again

We sat in your dark living room.
I wanted to turn the volume down.
You were balancing a basket
of candy on your lap.
Candy that would soon get launched
midair a few seconds later when
Michael Myers sat up again.
I hugged a pillow to my chest,
leaned towards you,
gritted my teeth and then,
realizing what I was doing, laughed.