if i were written

If I were written,
how would I taste?

I could be a dictionary
- bland -
yet a necessity.
It’s possible I could have
the flavour of receipts,
spit me out,
get your money back –
it won’t affect your
statutory rights.

Perhaps I’d be
a top-shelf magazine –
an addictive tang kept as a treat.
Maybe you’d trace
your tongue
over me,
as if I were the icing of a sonnet.

If I were written,
I wonder if you’d try me
at all.

shaqyl