I give you five almonds on which to make a wish, Four of which will come true. I give you a tune to whistle in the dark on your way home alone. I give you two-penny-worth of bubblegum, like an argument. I give you seven pineapple sandwiches with sour mayonnaise. I give you S2.69 to see a sad western movie in the deepfreeze. I give you a leaf to crumble and sniff in all its liquid greenness. I give you a cloud to watch as it darts behind a cathedral. I give you eighteen aspirin for the eighti- eth Madonna of the Shrine of the Blue Moon. I give you glass tinkling as a peasant goes to market. I give you a dry fountain, moss-covered, I give you hammers to bang down doors. I give you gold to steal. I give you eyes that will dilate while staring. I give you a chin to tickle. I give you this much: for all this Won't you love me just an itsy, bitsy bit, Please? BANG. And we stood naked, alone in the same room: father and daughter, husband and wife, man and woman, boy and girl, afraid, measuring our pants, lungs like minced meat. I would stop this noise if I could. I would fly to soar down, to perform for you so as to perform with you. To celebrate us.