that’s where he got it from
they had the three of us sleeping
out on the screened-in porch
jeff, his sister penny, and i
all in a row
three sleeping bags
we were going fishing the next day
up at keystone lake
we had to be up early
because jeff’s old man said
the fish bit better before noon
but kids being kids we stayed awake
as long as we could
telling stories
and gossiping about school
finally jeff drifted off
hey, i said to penny
did you ever do this?
what? she asked
i took her hand and put it down
my pajamas, in between my legs
had her grab it
taught her how to stroke the thing
ew, she said, pulling her hand away
where’d you learn a thing like that?
late night tv, i said
the benny hill show
it was a lie, of course
i’d discovered the joy on my own
but based on penny’s reaction
i felt that i needed some kind of scapegoat
come on and do it, i said
no, penny said
but after a few minutes she put her hands on me
began stroking above the pajama bottoms
okay, now me, she said
you don’t have one, i said
but i put my hand down her pajama bottoms
got between her legs
oh, penny said
hey what’s going on? jeff asked, waking up
nothing, penny said
she pulled my hand away
and we went to sleep
the next day was fishing
which jeff and his dad enjoyed
but i hated
i’d never fished before
and the first one i caught had died
in my hands
so i stared out at the lake
watching the birds nosedive into the water
wondering why everyone liked nature
penny said, mom, i have to go
well, go in the bushes, her mom said
not that one, penny said, blushing
can’t it wait?
no
suddenly an idea struck me
you need to dig a hole, i said
dig a hole, go, and then cover it up
that’ll keep the bears away
that’s very good, john, their mother said
where’d you learn that?
probably from the benny hill show, penny said
that’s where he got it from
then she grabbed a small shovel
and some unused newspaper
her mom and i watched
penny go off into the woods to take a shit
i wonder what made her say that,
their mom asked
i shrugged
then i turned back toward the lake
to watch the birds nosedive again
not one ever seeming to get bored doing the same thing
over and over.
Dug this alot, John... I'd love to see some of these as short stories...
ReplyDeleteAnthony...am actually working on a novel based on my childhood, and had written a prose section involving the same incident.
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