I Want One - ghazal

I Want One 

I don't have an exit strategy yet but I want one

I don't have a plan but I know in my gut I want one

I don't know how to answer my own bloodcurdling questions

I don't have a manifesto to strut—I want one!

I don't have a three-wheeled self-pedaled car

Or a treadmill to power us out of this rut. I want one.

I don't have a novel I've written to make you forget

Or a kiss-it-best balm for your old stinging cut. I want one.

I don't have that silvery soaring soprano that threw me

In love with myself. That outlet is shut. I want one.

There isn't a lot that I need, but I know, if I want

A bleak, bitter longing, there is a glut. I want one.