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Authors: Gabrielle Prendergast

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Because I thought you were mad at me

Because you didn't want me to do it

Because I don't like feeling that way.

What way? Like I care what happens to you?

Why would you want to show off like that?

Because I needed to join a group for the trip

Because once I'd joined I'd look chicken if I quit

Because I told myself I can do anything.

But how is that challenging for you?

Exposing your body like a stripper?

Because of what happened last year

Because I don't care if people see me

Because it's MY body.

But that was different; that was art

This was just trashy; you're better than that.

Because of this I didn't call you!

Because you think I'm trashy

Because maybe I belong in a Dumpster.

Raphaelle, my love, don't say that

You belong with me.

THE OFFICIAL STORY

How was the car wash?

Kayli asks

Though it's late

And hot in my room

She fell asleep in there

Waiting for me.

It was great, I lie

I went to Genie's after

And Samir picked me up

We went for falafel.

I hope that is the end of it

I can't do this again

Though Kayli is kind of innocent

Floating in her cloud

Of social success

It occurs to me

She might not know

The whole story

But I guess

That's how I like it.

Did Samir drop you off?

She asks

Dreamily

You're sleeping with him

Aren't you?

Is it good?

I don't answer

Thinking maybe

Nothing will ever

Be good again.

BEHIND MY EYELIDS

My eyes move

In dreams and I

Imagine my broken

Body, bikini askew

In the bottom of

A rusty Dumpster.

Time can't be undone

Mistakes can't be unmade

And the things Samir saw

Even if they weren't real

Can never be unseen.

FALLING WORDS

Like water rushing

Gushing

Over rocks

To froth and churn

Below.

Trashy.

Show-off.

Like a stripper.

And the word

He called Genie

Sharmouta

It means slut.

You can't trust

Girls like that

He said

Don't even speak to them

I'll get your clothes

And phone

Tomorrow.

Maybe everything

Will be better

Tomorrow

Maybe

Tomorrow

I won't be

A girl like that.

RED INK

I sketch

My hand

in red ink

Squeezing a sopping sponge

So the dripping water

Looks like blood.

HEAT

My clock says 12:03

When I wake

Baking

In the hot sun

Pouring in the skylight

Kayli is gone

The house is quiet

And my mind has flipped

Back to David.

EMPTY HOUSE

Kayli's room is cool

In both senses of the word

Cool as the permafrost

Two feet down

Cool as having the right handbag

The right haircut

The right shoes.

I lie on her wide pink bed

And imagine being the kind of girl

Who might sleep down here.

Sheathed in H&M pajamas

Powdered in pink

Circled in friends

Sweet but secretive.

Sweetness is something

I've never quite mastered

Never really wanted to.

But secrecy

Clings to me

As naturally as disaster

And humiliation.

Kayli found one of those

Ornate old phones

And hooked it up down here.

I wrap my fingers around

The curved handset

And think of phoning David

Wondering what I might say.

If I told him everything

About the girls in junior high

Who locked me in the dark

How I nearly died

About Genie's jealousy

And continued vengeance

Would he understand?

Or would he blame me too?

Chapter Seven

Imprudent

KNEELING BUS

Buses kneel now, did you know?

Like supplicants

To Marika's regal glory

Bus drivers greet her like a queen

And flirt with us both.

She seems to know

Every person we meet

Young or old

From bald babies

To gray old ladies.

I

Will

Be

M-A-Y-O-R

One

Day

Marika says.

And no one disagrees.

TALKING

How was your first day with Marika?

Dad asks

Again with the uber-parenting

He smiles as I answer

Fine

Good

Fun.

I think this will be

A great summer for you, Rah Rah

He says

Oblivious.

A job, new friends

I hear the car wash was fun.

Mmm, I say

As he wanders off

Distracted by a ringing phone.

I could follow him

And tell him

How wrong he is.

But I can't

I've told Samir to forget it

He got my phone

And clothes back

And threatened Genie

To shut her up

And she has those other girls

Under her command.

No one else needs to know

No one needs my problems

Any more than I do.

I would talk

I could talk

I should talk

But I can talk

Myself

Out of talking

With anyone.

FULL DISCLOSURE

On the way back from 7-Eleven

With an after-dinner Slurpee

I run into Dad's student

The bearded stoner

Kieran is his name.

Silly, possibly imprudent

That I toke with him

In the park.

His smile slides smartly away

When I say “seventeen.”

But he recovers.

How has your summer been so far?

Do you have a job?

Blearily

I tell him about Marika

And he says all kinds

Of patronizing things

About generosity

And what a good person

I must be to work with her.

This is news to me.

I thought I was doing it for money.

WHISPERS

Words waft up with heat waves

Trying to sleep with spinning things

Swimming in the water

In the ceiling.

Now I float feeling stupid

And clueless

But still the whispers drift, dancing

Up the stucco walls

To my window

Parker, no.

I sit up

Stand up

Kayli's voice on the front step

In the steamy air

The whole street watching her

Repeat
no

I open my mouth to speak

But Kayli says
Just go

Parker retreats

Conceding this battle

But maybe not

Admitting defeat.

Sweetie?

I call down

Are you okay?

But she disappears

Or doesn't hear

Or care

My thoughts tilt and melt

And sleep slips its

Slender arms

Around me.

DROPPED CALL

The home phone rings

And rings

And Mom picks it up

Hello?

No one there

She says with a shrug

But when it happens

Again

Does some boy

Have a secret crush

On you

Or your sister?

Crush? I say

Not that I know.

I don't tell her

I'm in on all the secrets.

FIRST BASE

Crack of ball on bat

David in his baseball hat

Me in cut-offs on a picnic mat.

He said he'd hit a homer for me

Like a teen
TV
movie parody

Those ones that end in tragedy.

But a sticky orange Popsicle

The heat rising like it's tropical

Makes the summer afternoon magical

For today no one gets caught by lies

No one gets hit by a ball and dies

And no one tells secrets or cries.

EVASION

I like pizza

And boys

Together especially.

Though sometimes I prefer boys

With their mouths full of pizza

Than asking awkward questions.

Like
are we a couple?

And
why are you so afraid

Of being normal?

And if I could list

All the reasons I'm afraid

It might take my whole life.

Instead

I almost tell David

That I love him.

I love him for

What he doesn't know

About me.

FILE MANAGEMENT

things

the         I

though           almost

as                                     say

feel                                              are

to                                                     piling

starting                                                            too

I'm                                                                              high

THE BOOK OF MORMON CAMPING

It sounds like a nightmare to me

But “all denominations are welcome”

And Kayli doesn't want to face

Two weeks without Parker

Her deceptively proper and polite

Mormon boyfriend

Who I happen to know

Has reached second base at least.

Two weeks of tall trees

A green lake

Campfires

Lumpy bunks

And sneaking into shadows

For fumbling frolics

In fragrant piles

Of pine needles.

Please oh please oh please

Kayli says

I promise I'll pass

All my classes.

I pinky promise.

Pinky promises bear no weight

With Mom

But Dad is moved

By Kayli's earnest entreating.

Mormons
, Mom says later

They'll suck her in

To their bizarro world.

Then she changes,

Puts on her church dress

And drags Dad and Kayli

To the house of our God.

LUNGS

We all pretend not to listen

To Kayli breathe

Mom especially

Stops

Talking

In the middle of sentences

And waits while Kayli

Ties her shoes

Or pours juice

Listening

Trying to hear

The telltale hiss

Like a punctured tire

A gas leak

Something toxic

It's usually mild

“Mild,” they say at the
ER

Except when it's not

Except when it's

Catastrophic

I pretend not to listen

To the panic in Mom's voice

Next year
, she says

Or the year after

Like things will be different

Mom trusts God

To help and support her

Help Kayli breathe

Whatever it takes

But she doesn't trust God

Enough.

CAPRICIOUS: PART ONE

Like all good Catholics

Mom is obsessed with death

She reads the obituaries

From back home

And visits graveyards

With bunches of daisies

Picked in the lane.

We got Charlotte a headstone

She tells me

About a homeless woman

Who died last New Year's

Frozen like leftovers

Resplendently dead

On a park bench

With a book I gave her

Tucked in her pale hand.

Charlotte rests

Under a scrawny tree

And I nearly break my ankle

In a gopher hole

On the way to her grave.

I see a golf ball

Two condoms

And a child's mitten

Squashed in the mud.

Mom lays the daisies

On the stone

And murmurs a prayer

While I hear the clang

Of a Dumpster closing

The cars on the highway

And wonder what

Charlotte ever did

To God.

AN ANSWER

Dear Raphaelle,

Thank you for writing. Samir and I haven't spoken in years.

I email him on his birthday, and other days.

I miss him too. I miss my whole family.

I appreciate what you are trying to do, but I think it's hopeless.

Some chasms can never be crossed.

I've thought about calling Sam.

I imagine he has his own cell phone now.

It's not my place to ask you for his number,

but I'd love to speak to him

Even for a few minutes. You could give him my number too.

Please don't think badly of him for this.

Family comes first to him.

To me too, but I can't change who I am.

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