Arguments with destiny: 8

“the biscuits are crisp
and sweet…” ~ Linda Pastan

And thus I let myself
be tempted: spooned
real sugar into my cup,

lifted small pillows of cake
into my mouth and licked
their caps of frosting—

Of course a tiny voice
cried out: and so I banished
regret to its small turret

in the back of my head,
told it to be quiet
and stop sulking.


In response to At the Edge, Linda Pastan.

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