I Wan to Mayk Things
by Dan Korgan
I’m very excited about the moon! It has magically appeared at the
end of the street. I mean it’s just sitting there right now, all orange
and round and full. So I pop my head back in the neighborhood speakeasy
“Hey, everybody, come look at this, the moon. It’s sitting at
the end of the street. Come look. Come look!”
Bill and Lisa and Tim and Carry are standing in the middle of the
street and their jaws have flopped open. It’s late at night and they
are excited about the moon too. Really! When they heard me call, they
left their tables and ran into the dark street. Carry said something
regarding how the moon must be in sync with the earth. Otherwise we
wouldn’t always see the same face up there. And Tim says, “You’re
right, what are the chance of that!”
“I think it looks like a crocodile’s face,” Bill screws up his
“Oh Bill, you always see faces,” says Lisa.
“We could run to the end of the street and climb up, we could.
Don’t you think?” I say. “We could be on the moon!”
In just three minutes, neighbors had left their lemon drops and have
gathered in the street. You cannot see them because it is as dark as
oil, but you can hear their conversations. You can feel the excitement.
And Bill starts to cry again. “Bill,” I say, “the moon is trying to
gain our attention. The orange orb is calling on us to say something.
Come on, say something. Say something!”
“Hi, moon,” says someone.
“I love you, moon,” says another.
“I do too!”
“You’re so full and huge.”
“Oh how I love you, moon. I do love you.”
“I wish I could kiss you.”
And Bill weeps again. When Bill cries we take that giant step and
the moon transports all of us. And before we know it we are up there
this time. We are on the moon where we hide the things we don’t talk
about - to anyone - private thoughts of child’s play. Our lovers’ hear
us cry. Our lovers’ hear us laugh. “Grow old with me,” I say. But there
are those things we must talk about to everyone. Bill moans and wails.
“I’m on top,” says someone.
“We can jump and stay!”
“I’m floating away!”
“Take my hand!”
“Love making on the moon!”
Poor Bill sobs and yells, “The moon don’t know anything,” he says.
“This moon don’t talk!”
The moon is full tonight. It had settled at the end of the street.
Plump, orange and round. We are floating above the giant orange orb
when Billy makes his announcement.
Bill cries, “I wan to mayk things. I wan to mayk things big, I wan
to mayk things orange. I wan to mayk things from little pieces. What
else, what else…”
Floating above the moon, we look down and see Bill balancing on one
Then he floats! Little Bill is in toil. He is having his darling in
deep space - dark maroon cotyledons - umbilical cord coiling in dark
energy. Our baby is not crying anymore. She is moving her little
fingers, drifting with us…
© 2020 Dan Korgan
Dan Korgan lives in a cave in Tasmania and communicates with his
neighbours by smoke signals. Or maybe not - he didn't submit a bio.
Brave man, really.
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