eating
all the cookies in the bag,
with chocolate
on his face,
is caught red handed,
his belly
full,
his body trembling with
sugar,
licking crumbs
from the bag,
tells me,
okay, okay, you caught me.
can't we move on
from this Dad?
can't we
move forward.
we all make mistakes.
let's turn the page.
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