Felix by Sofia Greenberg - Humble Pie
Felix by Sofia Greenberg - Humble Pie
Felix by Sofia Greenberg - Humble Pie
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The trailer rested beside the creek, the creek made the seam of the valley, the valley<br />
tucked between two soft mountains. <strong>Felix</strong> learned oak shrub, sycamore, poison ivy, and<br />
higher up the hills, yucca and sandstone. He learned the pleasure of the yellow flood<br />
when a big rain melted the sandstone. On a flood morning he would open the front door<br />
and dangle his feet in the milky sea that had once been a yard.<br />
III. Ways to the Sky<br />
When the coyotes got Jack, there was nothing left. It was as if he had turned into steam.<br />
<strong>Felix</strong> listened to his mother’s heartbeat every night. In the queen-sized bed he pressed his<br />
ear firmly against the soft, mountainous flesh of her breast and counted the beats, until<br />
they mingled with his dreams and became the distant drums of Indian Braves.<br />
IV. Return to the Ground<br />
“When are you going to die?”<br />
“Nobody knows. Not today.”<br />
“Tomorrow?”<br />
“Are you impatient, <strong>Felix</strong>?”<br />
“No. I’m very patient.”<br />
<strong>Felix</strong> could wait forever. He cried in the bathroom so his mother couldn’t hear, but<br />
through the thin walls she always heard.<br />
On a full moon the sycamore bark glowed like the bones of a saint. <strong>Felix</strong> could count<br />
everything white in the world: white bark, white creek rocks, white owls, white hands. It<br />
seemed on these nights that everything else just disappeared, leaving only the purest<br />
white things, spirit objects that glowed and glowed until the moon sank away behind the<br />
mountain.<br />
In winter, mother finally started to look sick. <strong>Felix</strong> wished more than anything that he<br />
could breastfeed again, to help her. That is what he thought was meant <strong>by</strong> “nursing<br />
someone back to health.” But his teeth had grown too big and sharp, and he feared he<br />
would accidentally puncture her large nipple, like one of Jack’s chew toys. All he could<br />
do was pick her flowers and watch them wilt.<br />
V. Return to Stasis<br />
In spring, Aunt Rose came to stay with <strong>Felix</strong> so his mother could go to the hospital. From<br />
Uncle Daren’s truck Mother blew <strong>Felix</strong> a kiss, but it got caught in the breeze and was<br />
carried away. Aunt Rose put a green-and-pink floral tablecloth on the table.<br />
Aunt Rose told <strong>Felix</strong> about praying. She said he should think about his mother strong and<br />
healthy when he practiced his singing, and the sound waves would carry the message to<br />
mother’s guardian angels. <strong>Felix</strong> imagined these angels were tall, brown men with eagle<br />
feathers in their hair, beating steadily on deer hide drums.<br />
Mother came back two weeks later. In the bedroom she stood before <strong>Felix</strong> and lifted up<br />
her shirt. The left side of her chest was flat and rigid, the skin pulled tight over ribs <strong>Felix</strong><br />
had never seen before. Down the side it was sewn together in a thick, raised seam, about<br />
a finger long. <strong>Felix</strong> imagined a line of hungry infants waiting to suck the sickness out. He<br />
was seized with jealousy, imagining all those other babies nursing on his mother in the<br />
hospital, until there was nothing left—no tumor and no breast.<br />
In bed that night, <strong>Felix</strong> breathed in his mother’s sweet smell and in an instant forgave the<br />
nursing babies, forgave everyone for everything in history; he couldn’t help it when his<br />
mother pulled him so close to her. He pressed his ear against the new flat surface, and<br />
found that he could hear her heartbeat much clearer, much clearer without all of that extra<br />
flesh.