Monday, November 30, 2020

you get three wishes

i find an old bottle
in the attic.
left over by someone
who lived here
years ago.
it's more of a lamp
than a bottle.
i give it a rub
to wipe the dust off
and out comes a Genie.
who are you, he says.
where's Mildred?
i don't know i tell him.
i think she's probably
dead.
oh, he says, rubbing
his eyes.
i've been asleep for
a long long time.
but you know the drill.
you get three wishes.
that's nice i tell him.
his arms are folded
and he's wearing a turban.
with a big jewel
in the center of the purple
wrap.
three wishes? i tell him.
yes.
can i think about this
for  day or two.
is that your wish?
no, no...don't try and trick
me.
what did Mildred wish for.
hmmm. he says, hand
on his chin.
well, she wanted a new
boyfriend, she loved the mailman,
so i set that up.
complete disaster.
he had more girlfriends on
his route than you
can shake a stick at.
then she wanted
a cat,
and then she wanted to learn
out to crotchet really fast
to make her friends 
jealous when they came
over to have tea and a chat.
where's the cat?
the boyfriend?
i don't know, he says, these
things rarely work out
for good.
so my advice is to keep it
simple. don't go for emotional
things like
love, or peace and harmony.
feed the world, all 
that liberal malarkey.
it never works out the way
you think it will.

go for money.
a boat maybe, or a nice house
in Nantucket.
do you want a nice watch,
something like that?

No.
okay, then what?

okay. i tell him, rubbing my
hands together.
here we go.,

i want a beautiful house
on Nantucket. Unlimited
money and Heidi Klum.

really? he says. that's it?
those are your lame wishes.
Heidi Klum?

i shrug i guess so, no wait.
maybe the ability to go back
into time
whenever i want.

so no Heidi Klum. yeah, forget
her.

okay, he says, bored with the whole
thing. but i like
the go back into
time one, he says.
 that should be interesting.

he shuts his eyes and says
some hocus pocus mumbo
jumbo and then says your
wishes have been granted.

it'll take about a month for
them to happen. sorry, but
it's policy...paperwork. etc.

then he disappears
in a puff of smoke.



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