Vacancy Poem by Edna Aphek

Sitting at the Ice Cream parlor. Wanting nothing.
How strange.So many times I felt
I would give 'my kingdom' for an ice cream.
Somehow today it doesn't appeal to me. I don't think anything does.
I am vacant. not empty, vacant: myself left me.
Should I put an ad saying that I am looking to rent out my inside? Would anyone call?
Knock, knock, hark, hark. The gates of hell being touched by humans or in-humans.
Maybe I should conduct a bid on E-Bay. A bid for a vacant lot. Lot's wife looked back and became a pillar of salt. Am I a pillar? I keep looking back at my ex-me, lamenting what I might have been, and therefore punished.
Vacancy. Red lights flashing. nomads, vagabonds, homeless, hungry people seeking a place might stop by and rest.

It could have been me, my ex-self who was there once.
I am looking at the Ice- Cream refrigerator.
Please, I am begging me, please want something.
There are so many flavors. Let the flavors touch you from within, let them sweeten your inner walls. Let the ice cream pad your vacant lot.
Vacancy lights are slowly evaporating.
No vacancy tonight.