List Poem, or, I Do Want Something After All

I want banana pancakes at midnight,
Apple rings like donut islands in the syrup
Boston with its bright lights and pea coats
The same just-waking hands every morning
Paint slathered thick and hard across a canvas without worrying that I’ve wasted another one
Chairs that don’t bite back
Sand that doesn’t stick
Ceilings that don’t negate the sky
Clean showers and doors that don’t jam
Milk cool as a ghost at every thirsty turn
Boys who leave when they’re gone
Fingers in the brownie batter dripping salmonella
Sharp corners like creased paper
Pools that end sooner and numbers that drop faster
Freckles to number like cancerous stars
Oranges that burst, not shrivel
Old ladies in Brooklyn lawn chairs gushing Russian to a nod
Wrists on fire and knees that chatter late into the trembling afternoon
Beds that make themselves
Mistakes with erasers color-coordinated and attached
Justice, and fun that doesn’t come in bottles
To melt like peanut butter on toast
Freedom, and to make decisions faster than I pick ice cream flavors
A dust-free present tense
Flip flops all over the tile,
An end to hallway boots
Birds in every tree and trees in every room
More smiles and fewer Office episodes
Death as motivational speaker
The guts to cross more stages
A whiter mind