Giving Russell Edson The Finger

Originally posted 4/26/2007.

If I scratch the back of my left index finger long enough a genie will pop out.
He’ll be fat and awful with three wishes to offer but I’ll turn the first two down flat, holding out for the last one.

He’ll shake his head and sigh and when he agrees to roll them all into a single ball of heart’s desire I’ll tell him I’m looking for a cure for the finger itch.

When the finger stops itching I’ll wonder what I’m supposed to do next.

I will regret that I didn’t make the cure the second wish, leaving an answer to my current question for the third wish.

A few minutes later I’ll think of how I should have asked for clairvoyance right up front and avoided all this.

I’ll be damned if I’m going to scratch that finger now…but ah, if the right one itches…

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