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No. 5 |
Winter 2004 |
Karyna McGlynn
Notes on the Day She Learned to
Ride an Alligator
Hotel.
She is not accustomed to so much bedcover. How she kicks it all off and
holds the pillow ferociously like a thick neck. And the armor is easy
-- overstarched by the Spanish maids who give her chocolate mints. She
presses her sweaty forehead onward. If she lets go, she will fall.
River. She is tiny -- wild copper hair, serious
dark eyes, down-turned against the river's bend. Nods once after an hour
of watching other children do it, then puffs out her pink bellybutton
pulling her over and into it. Mouth unsets at the cold green brace of
it eddying violent around her ankles.
Zoo. No surface memories now. She is there
with her boyfriend. They just smoked a bowl in the car and her mother
isn't there to remark: remember when you were little and . . . ? They
throw dashboard hot nickels at the old gator. They collide silently with
his neck and fall, dull plink into the cement pool. He opens one eye.
Her mouth pressed to the wire mesh.
Home. Now on solid footing she boasts. She
would do it again and again. The garden rug will not suddenly turn to
slush. She doesn't have to hold her mother's burned thigh to keep from
falling out of her body. Her favorite things have handles. She sleeps
with her fingers curled smug around a souvenir. For a whole month her
affections reside in a stuffed green reptile named Sherman.
Obsessions. The African Queen. Teeth falling
out. Clocks. Submarines. Cacti. Rock Climbing. Vertigo. Stained Glass.
Tin whistles. Strong men who speak slowly.
Alligator. She stays low. Ah-Ahs stutter
from her gut as she slides one leg across the slick bumps. The current,
not as lazy as it looks, grabs both. Adults going oh, no but laughing,
waving bye. She digs her fingernails into the soft yellow rubber of the
under-jaw, animal tipping slippery as she attempts to mount it, river
swallowing her to the neck as the speedy gator pulls her little body from
shore.
Copyright 2003, Karyna McGlynn
nidus is an online publication supported by the Writing
Program at the University of Pittsburgh's English
Department.
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