Because I Lack Chutzpah

Prompt: List ten things you would say to ten different people in your life, if you had the chutzpah.

1. Please stop coming by the house.
2. Please come by the house and help me sort through all this.
3. Call your doctor.
4. Do your job.
5. Should you be eating that?
6. Stop being such a bitch.
7. Do you remember that time twenty years ago when I came to you for help and you shut the door on me?
8. As a Christian, how do you feel about warehousing people? What would Jesus do?
9. Could I tell you my side of the story?
10. I love you.

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This is a response to one of the prompts in this week’s Writer’s Workshop.

Ten things I would say. Ten people. No chutzpah.

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Here’s a poem with the names of those 10 people hidden inside in no particular order.

A hadj
I’m dreaming of a hadje
Anywhere
Let me look
Arles looks nice
(Van Gogh and all that)
Or a farm
Where I could grab udder teats
And milk a cow by hand
Buy ripe fruit and vegetables
Harvested that day
Or visit the Cape
And hope terrapins emerge
From brackish waters
Travel to South America
See pika
(thy love for small animals satisfied)
Flee
Annotate
Breathe deeply
Visit an adobe house
Wear a robe
Kahuna visit
Honestly, though,
The best ever
Is home
Always home