jar
by the door, where i
set my keys
and wallet down,
next to my sunglasses
and a book
of poems
by Mark Strand,
that i might read later,
is trouble.
having the willpower
of a small
child
i can't help but take
a handful
for my pocket,
then fill it up later
when
i get home.
temptations lie
everywhere
if you allow it.
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