Glow-Rally: Kim Chinquee
I got on my starting blocks and put my mind on something else: cereal, weeds, my father’s hands, my mother’s dirty apron.
They all wanted Cokes and the grandma said a beer please, and the boy’s father went and ordered, delivering while the pins clinked and banged and rattled.
Another train ride, and here I am with your goddamn strawberry lotion.
She tried to hide her breath, said she had a good day.
The lights were on and so I knocked and then the lights were off.
She was healthy and her laughter proved it, her laugh was like a cluck, like the chickens she used to feed, watch hatch, then butcher.
“What do we do with him when he’s dead?”
“She loved God,” the chaplain said. He was getting wobbly on the drum.
Later, lunch at Denny’s, we talked about what to do with the lorazep, trihexphen, risperidone, fluoxetine, the haldol in the lock box.
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fluoxetine made my skin crawl like it was just going to decide it was one thing and slide off of me altogether
Kim Chinquee is great. One of my favorite shorts by her is The Waves Were Low. I’ve read it about a hundred times and it still just about kills me: http://willowsprings.ewu.edu/archives/chinquee3.pdf