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Crushing It - Jennifer L. Knox
I. Mines
THE MORNING I MET MY NEW FAMILY
A forest of conifers stands upright on the floor
of Fallen Leaf Lake in California’s Tahoe Basin,
deposited by millenniums of landslides. Trees 100
feet tall, mummified in icy alpine water, needles
still pristine. Rock-encrusted root-balls weigh
them down, but every now and then one
shoots up like a prehistoric rocket.
Everyone else
on the yacht was passed out when Merle Haggard
heard a roar, looked up from the pile of cocaine and saw
a whale-sized Christmas tree erupt from the water,
felt its wake’s glittery spray, smelled its piney sap as
it sailed over the deck, hovered a sec, spun, then splatted
back to earth unanchored, yet forever tethered to Merle
and all the naked people stirring on deck, awakened
by this second birth, as "From now on all my friends
are gonna be strangers" blared on repeat.
WOLVERINE SEASON
Oh, honey, are you okay?
I asked the woman in the bathroom,
soaking wet as if she’d just emerged
from the shower. "Yeah—maybe too
mush rum on an empty shtomach."
She wiped her mouth with her hand
and left. In the sink, waxy red flecks
of lipstick. "That woman over there
just puked up lipstick in the bathroom!"
I yelled in my friend’s ear over
the Black Sabbath tribute band.
Write a poem about that!
she yelled back and smiled.
We were up late for a school night—
it was all part of the new regimen.
The documentary I’d just seen about death
said rocking out is actually good for you.
And rocking out to Sabbath? Dude,
we were gonna live, like, forever
on the bones other animals passed up.
MR. BIG
"So I’ve been reading about this
police sting operation that’s legal
in Canada and Australia, but not here. The … criminal?"
"The perp!" B corrects me and takes
a sip of her macchiato.
"Ha! The perp! Yes, so the perp
brutally murdered his girlfriend and the cops
couldn’t pin it on him so they
sent in an undercover man who looked like a real
big-shot mafioso type …"
"Mmhm. Mr. Big," B nods.
"Exactly. So Mr. Big gives the perp
a lot of important things to do, run money,
deliver packages, drive him around,
and all the while Mr. Big’s telling the perp
I can’t run things without you, blah blah blah…"
Mmhm. Heh.
"Then he says to the perp, We’re taking this business
to the next level and I want you to run the show, but
you gotta tell me everything you ever did
wrong … I mean …"
Idiot.
"Can you imagine someone showing up
out of nowhere and saying,
You’re just the guy we’ve been looking for!
And you believe them?!"
No, I cannot,
B snorts
and I snort.
Hi,
I yip too quickly at a woman walking by
our bench. It’s rare—foot traffic at the end
of this secluded marble hall, where we’ve come
to hide from everyone who
has, could, and will turn on us.
OLD WOMEN TALKING ABOUT DEATH
When did I become one of them? I used to
roll my eyes at their gory stories: EMTs found
a neighbor at the bottom