Give
Me
by Alethea Eason
Give me the ice cream in the
refrigerator.
I want it now! Give me the thundering
afternoon cicadas and the lonely
cloud
in the perfect sky. Give me the sigh
of my dog
as he sleeps on the cool floor and a
million
pills of promise. Watch me swallow them
one by one.
Give me eyes that see the coming rain
and shiny meteors to wear. Give me a
pen
to write the fable of winter onto my
hands.
Give me rattlesnake spurs as I drift
through
the desert. Give me black and white lizards
with triangular heads as tattoos for
my breasts.
Give me dove wings that lift me to
the echoes
of angels perched upon the electric
lines,
and then give me bricks to anchor me to
earth.
Give me a quick jolt to awaken me
from the dead.
Give me telekinetic-dancing feet to
walk on.
Give me the smiles I forgot when I
lost my soul.
Give me a piercing straight through
my heart
and iambs and trochees that have
marched
from the wilderness in muddy boots.
Give me a perfect pearl of a
Mississippi night
and voodoo moccasins to wander in the
moonlight.
Give me siren wails to wake me at
dawn.
Give me sweet water to wash the
world’s crying face.
I want to catch the tears and bathe
myself tonight.
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Alethea
Eason is a writer and artist who has found happiness and her true home in the
intersection of desert and mountains in southern New Mexico.
Only one word works for me right now--WOW.
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