Odin like goes into your bedroom when you’re sleeping at night? And stands at the foot of your bed?
Odin can see really well in the dark, even with just one eye. Remember, the other one’s down at the bottom of that, that pond of wisdom that giant guy drinks out of every day. Who’d want to drink out of a pond with an eye in it?
Look, he stands there, Odin, and looks at you sleeping there in your bed, he stands there in those black clothes and that belt and boots and the one eye scrunched up and looks at you with the other, piercing one and the long white hair and he doesn’t even try to whisper when he says, child you are beautiful and blessed and full of grace.
He holds up a hand when he says it, a hand that has held many a sword and old weapons like that.
Child you are beautiful and blessed and full of grace. Being a god, his voice wakes you up and you’re like, whoa, it’s Odin.
Beautiful and blessed and full of grace, and life is short so always do what makes you smile. Within reason, of course, you know the drill, but here is the thing: never wait until something is perfect, because you are beautiful and real and the beautiful and real are never perfect, only the creepy and fake are perfect.
And Odin stands there, like a negative image of Cab Calloway in a white suit, and he holds out both hands and says, ‘inky dinky do,’ and does a little dance step, a sashay, to the left. Your ten-gallon aquarium burbles in the corner of your room, fish all fast asleep.
And the monsters under your bed stick out their heads and say, ‘inky dinky dee,’ and before you know it Odin is doing this call and response number in your room with the monsters under your bed and in your closet, the one in your mirror and the ones in the shadows cast on the ceiling by your curtains, even the little fellows in your wallpaper who, when you stare at the wallpaper long enough, march in long, crooked inky-black lines around your room like jerky 1930s animated cannibals only these are not racist imagry, they are not flesh, they are made of coal and ash and fire and lava, demons, or a cross between imp and demon and they dance with their little spears and Odin sings, ‘wagga wagga yappa do’ and they repeat it and the monsters repeat it.
And you sing along.
It’s a long number, and when it’s over, Odin says, when you wake you’ll forget all this, but remember what I said.
And you say, inky dinky do.
And Odin says, no, before that.
And you both laugh.
This happens about five times a week. Maybe it’s why you are so tired sometimes.