DAY TWENTY-TWO: LISA CATTRONE

HERE’S A LETTER FOR SANTA

WHEN HE FINALLY SHAVES HIS BEARD

OR

A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR ADVENT

 

 

I want to force my body into a moss

and bang my head into the ground.

 

I want all the dead people

to look like tropical fish.

 

I want a lifetime pass

made of rabbit hair.

 

I want

Donald Trump to die.

 

I want a sheet of webs

to hover 10 inches above every sea.

 

I want a rectangular device

that can call all the shots.

 

I want the whirring aorta in the ground

to show itself to us.

 

I want all the inventions

to be invented and to rest.

 

I want no more of this

and only that.

 

I want all eyes

on Brazil.

 

I want all people to understand

the hallucination.

 

I want the goo tubes

to be more user friendly.

 

I want to meet Grendel

when I’m less busy.

 

I want busy to look different

like with a third eye.

 

I want a beautiful

horse.

 

I want to grow

a blue tail.

 

I want you to approach the New Disasters

auf den Händen.

 

I want the German language to 

turn into a sparkling, female pig.

 

I want all the New Miracles to 

refract light.

 

I want to 

avoid the scene.

 

I want to talk to my grandmother

in the middle of the day.

 

I want to insist the word “poetry”

doesn’t exist.

 

I want to roll all thoughts

under my bed.

 

I want a smaller setting

for all high school students.

 

I want all prophets

to shave their beards.

 

I want to listen 

to every word at once for the remainder of my life.

 

I want

a nice, new dress. Red.

 

I want to say nothing

and never break silence.

Lisa Cattrone is a mother and a high school teacher 

living in California. Her first full length book called 

simple constructs for the lizzies is forthcoming 

next year from Trembling Pillow Press. She has two 

chapbooks, Mutations for Jenny and My Secret Life 

out from Horse Less Press.