Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
This is the secret here, she says. The secret sound of words, the<br />
secret dream of everything that is not stella. You love the word<br />
already as you pull it from the grandma’s mouth, the grandma’s eyes<br />
round and wide and glassy with something which is not moonlight.<br />
This is hard. This is real. You place the word on the tip of your<br />
tongue, salty on your fingertips. Your throat hurts the word,<br />
growling like a dog. “Tor, taw, ter,” you say. And the moonlight<br />
pulsing in the shelter, and the toad hopping in the dark. “Tord, tawd,<br />
toad,” you say, and that’s it there. That’s the word in your mouth<br />
now. “Toad.” Its salty taste, its scaly skin. “Toad.” And the grandma<br />
doesn’t say anything, just looking at you. Very tired now, very<br />
sleepy. “Toad toad toad,” you say. And the grandma says Aaaah very<br />
softly, very tired. Goes to sleep and her mouth falls open. Then you<br />
hear the other word there. Sssss. Sssss. Sea sand spider. Spider.<br />
Spider.<br />
You say “Toad” at breakfast and mother gives you french<br />
toast with syrup, and you eat the syrup with your tiny spoon, and jam<br />
with your toast. “Toad toad toad,” and the grandma in her chair with<br />
her soggy food, dreaming of other words beneath the yard. “Toad<br />
toad, toad toad toad.” And mother gives you a big hug, and the<br />
marcie gives you a hate face. But dad says It’s original sin. My pure<br />
little brain case has fallen into the world of already fallen language.<br />
Great. More talk, more words. Everybody in the world will be<br />
talking someday. Today I think I’ll look for a job. I gotta get out of<br />
this fucking house.<br />
And mrs. evans says Cognitive aphasia, positive<br />
reinforcement, syntactic redevelopment, and makes mother watch as<br />
she feeds you more m&ms. “Toad toad toad.” And mother says I’m<br />
so grateful to the lord, and you open the big picture book and Point<br />
point point and everything is “Toad toad toad.” And then the other<br />
thing in the shelter, the other thing tickling in the grandma’s mouth.<br />
“Spire,” you say. “Spiner. Spider. Toad toad toad.” And everybody<br />
in the entire world loves you, just like mother.<br />
There’s no big rush, little cracked brain, dad says, you in his<br />
lap and the television on. There’s no real hurry. That’s all you’re<br />
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