Genie

A genie came to me today
with a different sort of deal.

“I’ll give you just one wish,” he said
“One wound that you can heal.”

So I sat upon the wishing tree
and contemplated my position.

I thought of heaven and of hell
and the price of their admission.

“What have you decided, girl?”
the genie said to me.

I said “You’ve given me just one wish
because you’ve heard the pain in me.”

The genie just stared
with a different sort of stare

and waited, not impatiently,
for my words to mix with air.

“Genie,” I said to him, standing from the tree.
“It seems you’ve set yourself a trap,

but the prey will not be me.”

I walked away from a genie today
and left his wish behind.

Sometimes price exceeds value,
and desires become unkind.

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