Wanting

You asked me what I wanted

and I pondered the ambiguity of such a question.

In this moment

and context:

A venti quad shot Americano

with a splash of soy.

In general:

An apartment with a garbage disposal

For the spider mites to decide

that my tomatoes aren’t worth it,

To be kissed long

and hard

and furiously,

an acre or two to let my mint

run ramped,

for the Redsox to make it

to the post season,

smaller pores,

someone to clean my kitchen,

a friend that lives in my zip code,

the list goes on.