I want tender stir-fried onions
but if there’s a diced raw Vidalia
in my salad I will pluck every piece out.
 
If you are a fan of Billy Joel you can find
communion but it won’t be with me.
Stevie Wonder rules all the way.
 
I’m more lover than hater,
but I have a list & I’m proud.
No convertibles or hazelnut coffee.
 
Never liver & I hate a popsicle
on a wooden stick. But I am
awestruck before a mouthful
 
of shrimp linguine with extra garlic,
or when a red grape
has a tight crunch.
 
I hate endings. You can cross
off dressy funerals, replace
with the steps of a newborn foal.
 
Many worship the sunset,
its terracotta hues. I prefer
the pale eyeshadow of sunrise.