4/28/11

Megan Erwin

Get Ready

Get ready, Baby. It’s time to go get ready. Fire’s dying, sparks are catching in the chimney. It’ll all go up soon so we need to be ready, so please, Baby, go get ready. Get your boots and a jacket, a rope with some knots. Don’t forget your arrow or compass or book. Remember the metal lozenge that strips the poison from the water. Remember the metal lozenge that strips the water from your mouth. Don’t cry. We’ll both be just fine, because we’ll be ready. Please, Baby, come help Momma get ready. Take the hood from the hook and the gun from the drawer. Arrange the maps and the pictures just so. Lay the evidence out, and then lock all the doors. We must get ready for whenever we go. Because there will be wind and hours and miles of road. So many fires and so many fires. Because there will be wind and hours and possibly fires. Let’s straighten our collars, they’ll all know we’re ready. Because Baby, we’re ready. So ready to go.


Megan M. Erwin lives in Cleveland, Ohio. She edits Whiskey Island and is about to graduate from the NEOMFA. She doesn’t blog.

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