Published: 5 February 2026

Marshmallow test

There’s a famous film of children being part of a psychology test.
It’s an old film, black and white, stationary camera to emphasize
It’s not a movie but documentation of an experiment.

Individual children are given a marshmallow, not quite a candy,
but close enough, told if they don’t eat it until the adult returns
and they still have the marshmallow they will be given another.
The adult leaves the room. The child is alone in the room.
One after another does nothing but stare at the marshmallow.
Some roll it over their body, their face, between their hands,
smell it, try to savour it without consuming. Not one can put
the marshmallow down and ignore it. It is everything.

Some wait for the adult to leave
and eat the marshmallow.
Without hesitation.

Subsequent studies confirmed
the children who waited to eat the marshmallow
did better at school, grew up, showed less
likelihood of being arrested, married more often,
had children, all of whom, in turn, did well.

But only recently has it been shown that the children
who ate their marshmallow right away, lived
more authentically, fulfilled more of their dreams,
had better sex lives, wrote more books, and engaged
more with their community.

It’s anticipated data will show
the children who waited
successfully accumulated innumerable
unrealized ambitions, and died with
a wealth of uneaten marshmallows.

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Your evil eye
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Your evil eye

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You’ve taken her further than Mom would,
now, her giggles are sneezes and tears.
I look up from my book, see you splash,
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white cat

white cat appears at the head of the stairs
disappears as footsteps approach
white cat rests on the crest of the wave
skitters away across multiple planes

Northern water, once again

Get in the water.
This fresh lake bears no threat,
close to mother as you could imagine.

First steps seem simple,
but be deliberate. Step
into the lake, into the water, away

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A pigeon flew at me and made me duck.
I was excited by the bow and arrow, but I no longer get that quiver.
I wanted to write an alphabet in a boat, but I floundered at sea.
I got a dog and wanted us to have pet Latin names — he was going to be Canus, but my friend said “You can’t be Sirius.”

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WW#3’s on, no one knows it
first one who says so — they’re the one who blows it
satellite views won’t disclose it
eleven o’clock news is on, but somebody sold it

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