by amica paige
***My entry for Writer's Digest 2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge - Day 2; unfortunately, due to a glitch in the system, I resubmitted it on Day 3's page
“I can resist anything but temptation,” says Wilde—
I start again today, I say,
tight grip on my resolve.
But what’s another cup—it hisses
Just another sip—it whispers.
Too much caffeine
is bad for me;
it lulls me like a harp,
It taints my teeth,
and my insides burn
But water just won’t do it.
And tea just doesn’t cut it.
You know your thirst could only be quenched
by nothing but dear, old me.
Alright! Okay! I’m in for now.
Just this, just once. A grande cup.
Make it iced, Splenda and cream on the side.
And then I’m sure, I’d be done with him.
Whatever. If you say so. Absolutely!—
my dear, for I’ll always be here for you, you see.
You will realize soon enough, I’m sure,
you can’t possibly live without me.