You Get Three Wishes

It’s no use thinking
the genie that just popped
out of the lamp

you found at the garage sale
will grant you
another wish.

The old woman
with the snaggle tooth
warned you, “Don’t bring

it back here, sonny.”
But you thought it
was a real bargain

coming like it did
with three wishes
and its own Immortal.

Too bad when you asked
for an extra wish,
it was against the rules.

Now you’ve traded places
with the ex-genie curled up
on the couch with his hand

up your wife’s t-shirt,
the other hand
holding the remote,

and you wonder
if the next time
someone rubs that lamp

will he want a second
chance, a new kidney,
two pink lungs,

or to turn back time,
escape from inside
a hunk of tarnished brass.