by Marilyn Nelson
a. Whoever thought of the phrase, "Out on your ear," I'd like to go to his house, and invite myself for dinner, and stay till 2 a.m. And when he started to yawn and look pointedly at his watch I'd grab his smoking jacket, him inside— by the velvet lapels— and toss him, out of the door, on his ear. b. I'd like to meet Franklin D. Roosevelt in a barn in Idaho, hitching his wagon to a star, (Mr. Hoover? I'd say, and he'd shake his head, surprised) and then when he introduced himself, to say, ah, yes, the New Deal. c. If I grew smaller I'd like to sit inside a slinky, like a hula hoop. I'd grab the top coil with both hands and pull it in an arch over my head, and then ride in it, down 500 stairs. d. I would like to fall asleep, running, and run for 40 years. I would dream of only colors, and wind, and I would negotiate curbs and trees and telephone poles with uncanny accuracy. And then one day you would come the other way, also running, and I'd wake up banging my face on your ribcage.