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Capricious

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by Gabrielle Prendergast


  For answers, for reasons why I’m falling

  That’s all an orbit is: it’s falling.

  Did you know in a vacuum

  A parachute would be useless?

  Ella, you’re a sweet girl.

  Brother, I promise this is the last time.

  ACRYLIC

  Michael’s fingers

  All bones and skin

  Scraped knuckles

  Raw, chewed fingertips like

  Maybe a rat nibbled at him

  While he was passed out somewhere.

  There’s dirt under his nails

  As though he’s been buried alive.

  I paint it on a tiny canvas

  In garish Fauvist colors

  Trying to inject life

  Into his corpse-like flesh.

  LACE

  Marika wants a push-up bra

  But her mom won’t buy her one

  I’m

  Not

  Too

  Young

  She says

  I don’t disagree

  Only the store that sells

  Bras for small-titted teens

  Is also where

  Genie works.

  Hi, Marika!

  She says

  When we find her

  Among the fronds of pink

  And lace.

  Hi, Ella, she adds

  Quickly

  Her eyes averted

  As though even to greet me

  Is a lie.

  She wants to buy a bra, I say

  And Marika glares at me

  Because she prefers

  To speak for herself.

  Genie, the queen of glares

  Doesn’t notice

  She only gasps

  How fun!

  Can I help you choose?

  And they roll off.

  When it’s time to fit

  Marika waves me away

  And lets the expert dress her.

  And the two of them

  In the accessible fitting room

  Giggle and squeal.

  While I panic.

  PANIC

  And I mean panic

  Cold sweat

  Hot flush

  I clutch a rack

  Of thongs

  And try to blink

  Away the black

  Gathering at the edge

  Of my vision.

  Would you like to sit?

  Genie’s colleague says

  And offers a baroque chair

  I slump there like a bug

  Dying on a rosebud.

  When Marika surfaces

  I help her get out her money

  And the cashier rings up her two bras

  One white, one black.

  Genie kisses Marika’s cheek

  And doesn’t say another word

  To me before she

  Disappears.

  INTUITION

  A few stores later Marika stops

  What

  Is

  Wrong?

  Nothing, I say and pretend to look

  At the kind of shoes I’d never wear.

  Lie

  To

  S-O-M-E-O-N-E

  Else

  Not

  Me

  It’s private, I finally come up with

  Marika manages a doubtful look

  And types

  I

  Am

  A

  Good

  L-I-S-T-E-N-E-R

  But I have nothing to say.

  A VACUUM

  I can’t complain to her of all people

  A girl who can barely move or speak

  Marika might listen but she would never understand

  No word exists to encompass what is wrong. I know I’m

  Obnoxious. I know I upset people. I get

  That. I really do though sometimes I’m not sure

  How it happens. It’s not that I don’t care for people. Obviously

  I do. I try to anyway. I try to see the sadness in them and

  Not judge their unwillingness or inability to see the

  Goodness, the worth, in the vacuum of space in me.

  But hurts like mine are easily hidden behind laughter or

  Under ugly ill-fitting clothes or artwork

  Too obscene to display in public.

  Trying to tell Marika what lurks in the dark

  Recesses of me is more than confession, it’s

  Asking her for absolution for my

  Stupidity. As though her forgiveness might undo the

  Heresy of me in a vintage bikini.

  EMPTY HOUSE

  I come home to a note.

  Obviously, Mom has forgotten

  About cell phones.

  Again.

  Don’t worry. Your sister is fine.

  She had a bad asthma attack.

  They took her to hospital.

  Dad and I are driving up there.

  Everything is fine. Don’t worry.

  There are pizzas in the freezer.

  We’ll call later.

  Don’t worry.

  Don’t worry

  Like worry can be turned on

  And off like a TV

  And after pacing for two hours

  And eating every chocolate chip in the house

  I call Samir, who comes over

  To worry with me

  Until our bodies overtake our minds.

  A SONNET TO ENDINGS

  The darkest part of night is when I plan

  Outlining words, excuses and remorse

  I’ll try to spare his feelings if I can

  I don’t know how without more lies. Of course

  There will be tears; most likely they’ll be mine

  But I deserve the punishment. I guess

  I made this bed myself and now it’s time

  To lie in it and hope to convalesce.

  My love was complicated but sincere

  As much as it is possible to hold

  Two boys. But I should face my biggest fear

  Alone. It’s not so much about the cold

  Unfeeling world as MY unfeeling heart

  That elevates capriciousness to art.

  IT’S LONELY IN THE DARK

  For no specific reason

  My heart starts to race

  In the dark.

  Samir sleeps beside me

  A little smile on his face.

  Somewhere in New York

  His brother sleeps

  Next to his beloved

  And Kayli sleeps, I hope

  With the nebulizer mask

  And Mom sleeps in a chair

  And Dad, knowing him

  Is asleep in the car.

  And David sleeps

  Maybe.

  The whole world slumbers

  Unaware of all the things

  I’d never say.

  ANOTHER SECRET

  On

  My

  Birthday

  Kayli pushed me

  Down the basement stairs

  We called her Michaela then

  Back when we were both cherubs

  Kayli

  Shoved

  Me

  Because I turned ten

  And got my ears pierced

  Two tiny green peridot studs

  For making it into double digits.

  She

  Cried

  When

  I couldn’t stand

  Get up, get up, get up

  And I swore I would never tell

  And I didn’t tell, I only said I fell

  I

  Never

  Told

  What part of it hurt the most

  That she pushed me and called me fat

  How her envy had poisoned her that instant

  And turned her feathered bright white wings to ash.

  My

  Little

  Sister

  I was proud of thos
e earrings

  Turning them, wincing and diligent until

  The day Mom said my ears were nicely healed

  I pulled them out and I threw them down the drain.

  WATERCOLORS

  Mom’s hand

  Flat, facing me

  As if to say

  STOP TALKING

  And Dad’s hand

  Flat, facing me

  As if to say

  Just let me finish this

  I dig through my craft box

  And decorate each hand

  With a tiny peridot sequin

  In the center of the palm.

  I recognize them

  Too late

  As those hands

  That ward off evil.

  Samir has one

  Hanging in his kitchen

  He told me what they’re called

  But I forget.

  EPIPHANY

  What if this is true:

  Everything bad that happens

  Is really my fault?

  SHORTNESS OF BREATH

  At last my phone rings.

  Yo, it’s me, Kayli says

  Way to let the parentals freak out.

  Why didn’t you stop them?

  Now I’m stuck here

  In this backwoods chop shop

  While someone decides

  If I have pneumonia.

  Pneumonia?

  I don’t have freaking pneumonia

  It’s a cold, Mom, a chesty cold.

  This is ridiculous.

  They don’t want me to

  Make the drive home.

  They talked about using “Child Flight”

  Child Flight?! How embarrassing.

  How are you anyway?

  Beside me, Samir stirs

  And opens his eyes.

  I’m fine, I say

  My hand over his mouth.

  When are you coming back?

  Who knows?

  Mom? When can we go?

  Tomorrow or the next day.

  They’re not letting me go back to camp.

  I don’t really care though

  Because Parker has turned into

  A fart-sucking douche face.

  Mom! It’s a private conversation

  With my sister.

  What happened? What did he do?

  I’ll tell you later

  Mom’s still listening

  Well? You are!

  I should go. Love you, Rah Rah

  Don’t forget to eat

  And you know

  Use condoms.

  Mom! Chill. I’m joking.

  Later, loser. No. Wait.

  I’M the loser.

  PLAYING GROWN-UP

  We spend the day together

  Quiet as a married couple

  Who have amicably

  Run out of things to say.

  The words I planned dissolve

  Under his warm hand

  On the curve of my back

  In the sunshine

  The day rises and falls

  Like a last breath.

  Toes touching

  I read a fat newspaper

  While Samir kills zombies

  And when it seems the time

  Will never be right

  David calls.

  THE SEARCH

  Samir drives

  His earlier cordial silence

  Replaced with sulk

  To be fair it is

  After midnight

  And three hours

  Into a tour

  Of the shitty parts of town

  Searching for someone

  Samir doesn’t know

  Who is the brother of

  Someone he does who

  Is kind of my other

  Boyfriend.

  He looks just like David

  Only skinny

  I tell Samir

  All I get is a grunt

  As he gazes through the windshield

  At a group of goth girls

  Wreathed with smoke

  Thank you for helping me

  I try and he gives

  My knee a pat.

  I’m at the park

  A text from David reads

  Be careful, I text back

  And direct Samir to a corner

  Where everyone knows

  The tweakers hang out

  Meth? Samir asks

  Why would anyone do it?

  He’s sad, I guess

  What does he have

  To be sad about?

  ADDICTION

  What do any of us

  Have to be sad about?

  Except that feeling of

  Waking up from a dream

  And realizing everything

  We thought was real

  Is fantasy?

  These skin and bones

  These wraiths stripped

  Off all that artifice

  Freed the coyote in them

  Became moonlight

  And hunger in the

  Moment dwelling

  Visionaries who see

  Only with their eyes.

  The world is not

  A nice place I tell Samir

  As though he doesn’t know.

  THE END OF TIME

  Is that him? Samir asks

  Of a tall shadow

  Near the park entrance.

  I can see it’s David

  But a moment of Michael

  Washes over him like

  A projected ghostly

  Skeleton.

  Anything?

  David asks as we join him

  And accepts our answer

  With stoic resignation.

  He’s probably just sleeping it off somewhere

  Samir says

  To fill the silence

  To reassure.

  But David’s phone rings

  And everything good

  Evaporates.

  PERSEVERATION

  Is he dead?

  David says

  I slide my arms

  Around his waist

  And hold tight

  Is he dead?

  Samir hangs his head

  His own brother

  A swirling cloud

  Around him

  Is he dead?

  My breath reaches

  Across the plains

  to Kayli’s damp lungs

  Filling them.

  Is he dead?

  No, I'm not coming

  To the hospital

  Until you tell me

  If he's dead.

  IS HE DEAD?

  And Michael’s gravity

  Pulls us both down

  Knees to concrete far

  Too heavy for me

  TICKING AWAY

  Time

  Takes no prisoners

  Trailing behind

  Samir’s car like a

  Slipstream mist.

  Not enough time

  To gather the bits

  Of David sufficiently

  To get him to

  What’s left of his

  Family.

  We need more time

  To capture the tears

  Even Samir is crying

  Wiping his eyes

  As he drives blind in

  The dark damp streets

  Slower than time.

  I’ve run out of time

  David kisses me

  In the backseat

  Smothering sobs

  On my lips. Stop

  I whisper, stop this

  You don’t know

  What you’re doing.

  This time

  Samir pulls the hand brake

  And yanks David’s collar

  Dude, calm down

  She said stop.

  Their eyes meet

  And the look they share

  Tells me my time

  Has come.

  HOW NOT TO SAY GOODBYE

  The rest of
the drive drowns

  In one of those silences that suffocate.

  David curls up against the door

  Trembling, his face tucked into

  The crook of his elbow.

  Samir stares at the road

  Lips parted in a protest

  An accusation or

  Condemnation

  That has yet to find the words.

  His eyes are as dry

  As my mouth.

  The white light of the ER entrance

  Silhouettes the tall shape

  Of an uncle or father

  That gathers David as

  I step out of the car.

  You must be Ella, the shape says.

  Not a father then

  Since David’s father knows me

  All too well.

  Is Michael dead?

  I say, because David was never able to

  Speak the words.

  The shadow speaks for him.

  Yes, I’m afraid he is.

  STATE OF NOT BEING

  Yes I’m still thinking of myself

  I’m turning away

  Afraid to watch whoever this is as

  He leads David into a world where Michael

  Is no more

  PARKED

  Just tell me this one thing

  Have you been with him all along?

  Since that day on your stairs?

  Since you told me he was just a friend?

  Come inside, come upstairs with me, please

  Do you think that’s how it works?

  Is that what you think of me?

  That I’ll forget what just happened

  If you take off all your clothes?

  Please just let me try to explain, please

  What possible explanation could there be?

  We have been together like man and wife.

  You told me, repeatedly, that you love me.

  Is this what you call love?

  I do love you. I promise you, that’s true

  It’s a sin, what we have done together,

  I should marry you and make it right

  But how can I trust you ever again?

  You’re completely crazy! Why would you do this?

  I don’t know.

  I don’t know.

  I don’t know.

  EXIT

  He reaches past me

  And pushes open my door

  Everything he wanted to say

  He has said.

  I plead from the sidewalk

  Please, Samir

  You’re in no state

  To drive.

  Close the door

  He says

  And when I do

  He drives

  Slowly

  Away.

  LIES

  Every time I told him

  David is just a friend

  Every time I told David

  Samir and I are over

  Every lie I told

 

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