Wants (found poem)
Woody Allen said, “the heart wants what the heart wants,”
to justify man’s ways to woman. I ask, what wants
do I contain, to justify or otherwise? I want
to ask my husband what dessert he wants,
to know chocolate ice cream, who wants?
To make up my chocolate stash, because when I want
chocolate, sweet as chocolate is I want
it. Chocolate especially on a rainy day, I want
richest chocolate, a first passion want
to drink 12 oz of chocolate milk then run one 400m lap, want
to be able to spend more time on chocolate issues, want
the depth of my love for chocolate, want
flourless chocolate cake, for instance, really want
a “chocolate” New Orleans, want
spoonfuls of chocolate, my number wants
to make sure it’s chocolate wants
The Mama wants what the Mama wants
Truly. Is there anything better than chocolate on a rainy day? Maybe second-best is a lovely poem about it.
Ooh, excellent. I love all of this and I love how it obsesses over chocolate, all in the frame of the Woody Allen (specious) claim. Love this.