Call It Horses by Jessie van Eerden

Author:Jessie van Eerden [Eerden, Jessie van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Call it Horses Call it Horses
ISBN: 9781950539253
Publisher: Dzanc Books
Published: 2021-03-14T22:00:00+00:00

I LAY BESIDE MAVE, NAN IN HER OWN DOUBLE.

“I have to say, I miss the hibiscus,” Mave said. “The flora of the homeland.”

“There are hibiscus here,” I said. “We’re only a few hundred miles from home.”

“I miss the walnut trees.”

“We’re in the same temperate zone.”

“I miss the sphagnum moss. That we’ve surely left behind. We’ve left the swamp farts. All the putrid skunk cabbage pussing out marsh milk.”

“Okay, yes. We’re out of the swamp.”

“But the changes are imperceptible. I want it to look different, Frankie. Blasted, like another planet.”

“Should have gone to Miami then,” said Nan. “Told you. Climb a fucking palm tree.”

Mave laughed and so did Nan. I twisted loose my thick rope of wet hair and strung it out on the pillow above my head. I laughed and it felt good to laugh after tonight’s heat, after telling our horrible truths. Mave said we’ll swing by the bus station and send Little Gypsy packing, we’ll drug you, she said, and you’ll wake up in your sunny Florida. Nan kept laughing, loose and easy, lightened. I breathed in the tar, stretched up my arms, hands meeting in the woods of my wet hair. You know—I could almost see us young and unfettered and untrapped and full of promise. I could glimpse a shape under the baby blanket wadded in a wagon. Pulling the Radio Flyer behind my girl self, and there was that shape of a thing I could almost see, something almost born, before cousin Belinda got in, whining for her turn to ride. It was a body haulable, transportable. And small.

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