No premeditation

Looking through glazed over
Bakery windows. My breath clouds
The curved glass. Silently salivating
Over chocolate chip cookies. But my needs
Remain unacknowledged, suppressed.
My hunger rises up, sending
An urgent message to my stomach
And, suddenly, I lurch forward
Into the shop, seizing everything I can
‘There was no premeditation,’ the court is told.


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