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September 23, 2012 / austreberto

glass lid (cookie jar)

glass lid (cookie jar)

 

it was a beautiful sight

even more so when my mother had recently baked

 

could smell those suckers from my bedroom

even if they were weeks old

third midnight snack

 

i spent years perfecting my technique

opening the jar without any sound

with one red hand behind my back

 

swear my mother could hear everything

even her ears had ears

constantly tuned to the frequency of mischievous adolescent boys

 

even the slightest clink meant i was a dead man

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