TEMPTATION

by D.L. Tricarico

Sometimes, I confess,
I even find it
sitting on my porch
in the morning,
hungry, cold, and ragged,
tongue out and wagging,
my untold desires
whining like a stray,
a beat beast
just begging for
an extra morsel.
If you want to know
the truth, I usually
feed it and I’m
almost never sorry.