There Is Only One Ghost in the World
By Sophie Klahr and Corey Zeller
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There Is Only One Ghost in the World - Sophie Klahr
My mother was reading a book to me in bed when we saw the reflection of flames on my bedroom wall. Across the street, the neighbor’s house was burning. I remember being outside in my nightgown, barefoot, my feet in the runoff the firetruck bled, ambulance-men rustling onto the stretcher something dark. My parents told me later that our neighbor, the old woman I called Aunt Heppy, had died, and that her old white dog had died too, but that her German shepherd puppy had survived. It jumped through the big glass window of the living room, breaking the broad pane. At school, everything was uniform. The kids all wore the same outfits and their parents all had the same medications. You looked out the window most of the time. You learned more than anyone should ever know about the sky. You drew a line with a stick in the new snow and dared a friend on the other side to cross it. Once you cross it, you can never come back, you told him. He was reduced to tears, and you got in trouble, even though his explanation made no sense to anyone. They told me I could never come back, he wailed. Only when I was grown-up did I realize that it couldn’t be true, that the puppy could not have broken the glass. I asked my mother, and she admitted: it wasn’t true.
There is a kaleidoscope of chemicals Elijah takes now—chest bound, pre-op, new hormones rattling like private thunder, sweet peppering of stubble on his jawline. I am pained when the checkout girl calls him Ma’am. We stand drinking Coke in the thick Texas night outside the washateria, giggle at a chain of raccoons running by on their tiptoes. He is studying theology. God is doing for us what we cannot do for ourselves, he says. You have a poster on your fridge with an illustrated geologic timescale. There is a nautilus, an armored fish, a stegosaurus, an owl. Eon, era, period, epoch. Earth forms approximately 4.6 billion years ago. In the middle of the night, baby mice fall from the rafters onto the bed, looking like kidney beans glowing in the dark. The mice are too small to have been climbing on their own—their mother was trying to take them somewhere. Four have fallen, and you wonder if the mother managed to save any. If by now she is sleeping in her somewhere, holding at least one of the lives she made. You remember a teacher telling you how water was made in second grade. You memorized the periodic table. All those little boxes: pale blue, pale pink, pale yellow. The kid with leukemia who sat in front of you would pass you the pictures they drew. Stick figure drawing a stick figure. Stick figure drawing a house. You drew your own body and passed it back. One day the kid was a solid. Later a gas. Then he evaporated. This, the teacher said, is how you make a cloud.
Your half sister’s mother in Arkansas shoots the old sheep she owns. It has grown very sick, and she doesn’t have the money to put it down. Then she shoots the donkey that loved the sheep and that the sheep loved. Your half sister explains how her mother believed keeping the donkey alive wouldn’t be fair. She didn’t want to leave the donkey like that out in its pasture, always waiting, always looking for the sheep. Or perhaps—and worse—leaving the donkey out in the pasture knowing how deeply alone it was now. Her mother had a neighbor dig a hole, and shot both animals beside it, one after the other. Rolled them into the hole together. Is this what mercy looks like? I can hear it in the deadbeat sky leaking longline, hooked hard; in the gristle of decades crunching like red pills at the heel of my hand. We watch an episode of Cops. A dog drifts through the scene outside a trailer. Good dog, says one of the cops.
Despite legend, the Bermuda Triangle does not have a higher rate of disappearances than other geographical sites. It does not appear on a single world map. At present, Alaska ranks as having the most disappearances per capita. Though California ranks as the state with the most disappearances: 2,133 people. Sri Lanka has the most disappearances in the world: 60,000 to somewhere near 100,000 missing people since 1980. If you look at Sri Lanka on a map you’ll see it looks like a human nail. And oddly, yes, like a triangle. Laid out in one long line, the average child’s blood vessels would stretch over 60,000 miles. The woman who will become your next lover is describing her divorce while she gives you a lift to the airport. When she begins to talk about taking off the wedding ring, her hand cramps, and she opens the window to press her left hand into the wind. You were engaged once. It was months after the proposal that your fiancé actually gave you a ring. Christmas in Virginia, your first time at his family’s home, and he presented the ring to you in front of everyone. It was a family