Oh
Vanilla Ice-Cream
what makes the Cravings
so repetitive
you are not Exciting
nor inherently Adventurous
you can be, I guess,
less
ordinary
when Swirled with
chocolate
or dotted
with peanuts
but you Pale
alongside Strawberry or Caramel
and
your frozen
yogurt
and
soy imitation
brethren Chemically Nip
behind my molars
like diet-Soda
So,
you are Pure
yes, you are
Uncomplicated
what I’d call Original
yet
you have
no Kick or Spice
only
the occasional Freckle
Sane and Steady
predictably spaced
amongst other tiny
Ground-up beans
what pulls me in
when there’s Cayenne Blood Orange sherbet
waiting
in the freezer,
what Sparks the desire to
tongue a Spoonful of you
when the
presentation
is
so
stubbornly Subdued
your flavor too absent and
my Taste-buds
do
not
Pop
in the wake of your
imagined taste
Hell,
Ha-Ha!
the most
unfulfilling Note
you even Reek
of something
Swooning
Fat-free
