“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.
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