What You Really Like, Or What You Are Really Like... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is hard to understand
what you really want, for

yesterday you said you like
meat, balls, and now you say

you vomit even the thought of
it, and you say you like a lettuce

and then when the lettuce came you
said you hate it, and you like

a rabbit, and i put this black
magic, a rabbit in your sleep

and you said you are dying with
the rabbit, a white rabbit, and

then the rabbit dies, and you say
you hate rabbits, and you like knives

and i stop catering to what you
like, you hate rabbits, and i know

for now what you want and i really
do not like it. I have no knife

to begin with, and i do not like
knives, or blood or dead rabbits.