Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
Issue No. 4
Tte--tte
Mindy Nettifee and
Amber Tamblyn
on Hollywood,
Octomom,
and the
Ultimate
Salvation
That Is Poetry
Editors on
Editors
On the Holidays
Film
Femme
Theres No
Glass Ceiling
in Your Kitchen
Page 11
Issue No. 4
Tte--tte
with poetry's new
dynamic duo
features
11
25
34
39
Frontier Psychiatrist:
Water Cooler
50
51
My Lover Is a
Former Fat Kid
BY DUY NGUYEN
19
Haleakal
BY ELIZABETH KUELBS
43
Mundaneum
Woman on Film
47
Love, For Me
49
Little Riddles
Before Breakfast
BY KATE McCAHILL
53
Endless Necklace
BY KEITH MEATTO
contents
columns
8
Ms. deMeaners
17
21
23
Wellness Manifesto
27
29
Holiday B.S.
to Help You Fight the Holiday B.S.
BY von HOTTIE
Connectivity
BY JAMES POUNDS
31
Kitchen Medicine
37
45
Intuitive Eating:
Three Days to a Healthier Lifestyle
BY LORELLE SAXENA
details
5
Contributors
UNLIKELY READS
"The Price of Remaining Human"
BY SUZANNE FARRELL SMITH
Making Womb
BY THERESA FALK
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Mindy Nettifee
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Lorelle Saxena
Theresa Falk
Amber Tamblyn
von Hottie
Elizabeth Kuelbs
Kathryn Xian
Kate McCahill
Water Cooler
Martini me one time,
vodka me twice
I need to drink more
before I make nice.
poetry
contributors
Andrea Devon Bertoli
Jennifer Brody
Elizabeth Kuelbs
Ivy Castellanos
Kate McCahill
Theresa Falk
Keith Meatto
Mindy Nettifee
Duy Nguyen
James Pounds
Lorelle Saxena
Amber Tamblyn
von Hottie
Kathryn Xian
Ms. deMeaners
von Hotties guide to
navigating a modern life
Holiday B.S.
to Help You Fight
the Holiday B.S.
by von Hottie
poetry
Kindness
over
Genius
for Sarah Gambito who said somethin like: in my twenties, i was most captivated by
genius, but now, in my thirties, i realize how rare authentic kindness is.
poetry
[feature interview]
A: Yes.
www.thecultofmindy.com
www.amtam.com
www.writenowpoets.org
www.drumsinsideyourchest.com
Holiday
Drama
oup
by Jennifer Brody
Ingredients
Soup
1 large acorn squash or two small acorn squash,
halved and seeded (any winter squash may be
substituted)
1 tablespoon olive oil, plus more for drizzling
1 teaspoon fresh thyme
1 tablespoon curry powder, lightly toasted
1 garlic clove, peeled
2 cups of low-sodium vegetable stock
(preferably homemade)
1 cup of light coconut milk
1 tablespoon maple syrup
salt and pepper
Ginger-braised leeks
2 leeks, tender white parts chopped
1 tablespoon fresh ginger, minced
1 cup of low-sodium vegetable stock
1 tablespoon olive oil
salt and pepper
Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Place the acorn squash in a roasting pan. Rub the inside
of the squash with the olive oil and thyme, then sprinkle
with salt and pepper. Turn the squash face down and
poke holes in the skin with a knife. Place the squash in
the oven and roast for about 45 minutes or until the
flesh is tender.
poetry
Haleakal
A ranger waits
twisted miles above mynah song
and fluke splash, in that keening blue place
where sharp black slopes thrust
from molten womb pierce cloud veil,
in that high place
where wind denies lungs
and threatens wingless with flight.
When you go you dont believe. You wont believe later.
But when you are there
obsidian reflects sunfire and breathless you
walk inside the station to lean on the cinder block wall.
You see hergravid with heat which has not yet
burned the brochures or wooden counter.
You want to take your children down now
before she cracks and sparks.
They run to her, of course, because she is warm
and they are cold and afraid to fly.
She buttons her jacket to shade her radiant veins, leans
over to speak of nene birds, silversword,
the sky-shattering birth of islands.
They inhale embers she spits with her words,
hot flecks of making that glow inside them with
small connecting brightness. v
by Elizabeth Kuelbs
photo by Christy Werner
Hawaii Womens Journal | 19
REEL REVIEW
Gratuitous Tragedy:
Christopher Nolans Lady Problem
by Ivy Castellanos
2. Formaldehyde
Used to prevent bacteria from growing in
water-based products, formaldehyde is
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These are chemicals added as scents
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THE NEW BLACK
Until the cosmetics industry cleans up its
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Be a Critical Consumer
Adopt the habit of investigating personal
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Hawaii Womens Journal | 24
artists' corner
Five Minutes
with RZONE:
A Chat with
Kathryn Xian
here are few times when you age brings maturity. I realized that
encounter an artist with a painting is also really therapeutic for
signature style who is virtually me. When I am painting, it is one of
unknown to the larger public but those few moments when my mind
possesses world-class talent. There is one hundred percent focused on
are even fewer times that this artist is what Im doing. And that feels good. I
under the age of thirty. Many artists guess I can say that I create because I
can spend a lifetime trying to find have this unstoppable desire to paint.
their artistic style, but some are born I dont know where that comes from,
artists, their rare gift developing as but when I am doing it the process
naturally and early as their first words. brings me peace of mind.
Royr Urbano, also known as RZone, is
one of those artists. Girl Fest Hawaii HWJ: How did you find yourself in
chose Royr to be the featured artist Hawaii?
for their seventh annual festival. Girl
Fest is a weeklong event that seeks RU: I wanted to paint and travel,
to prevent violence against women you know? Painting is not my only
and girls through art and education. passion. I always end up grabbing
Art is one of the most powerful ways my bags and traveling. There are two
to impact communities, and Girl reasons: one, I am looking for better
Fest chose RZone to
opportunities.
My
create the festival
country [Venezuela]
You can spend a what a beautiful
cover representing its
lot of money and messhas this mix of
seventh annual event
because of the unique
time without the a high cost of living,
way in which she so
certainty that your corruption, [juvenile]
positively depicts the
delinquency, and of
art will earn you course bad politics
female image. As Nonanything back. But, that make it a difficult
Executive Director of
Girl Fest, I wanted to
that is the definition and dangerous place
find out about the
to live. And reason
of love, isnt it?
woman behind the
two: there are so many
color-laden walls of
things to see, to eat,
her well-crafted paintingsto hear to learn. Why stay in one place? So
Royrs words disembodied from their far, Ive been in Italy, Spain, Monaco,
strokes and canvas.
Nice, New York, Miami, Vegas, and
now Hawaii. But I love Hawaii. I think
HWJ: First of all, where are you from Ill be here for a while.
and how did you get into art? Why
do you create?
HWJ: Describe the art scene that
surrounds you. How does it differ
RU: I am from Venezuela. Since I was from other contemporary art scenes
a little girl, [painting and drawing in Hawaii?
have been] my favorite games. I used
to draw characters [of] women on RU: I think I am part of the underground
sheets of paper, and each character type of scene. Definitely a lot of the
had a name and personality. They artists that I know are not the type to
were part of my own soap opera. I paint tortoises and dolphins, or waves
hid these drawings from my mom, and surfboards. I wont critique that
putting them under my bed. I was kind of art at all, Im just saying that
ashamed of them. But when she there is a big difference between the
discovered them, [she] ended up art scene in which I am surrounded
sending me to an art school. Today and the mainstream Hawaii art
painting continues to be one of the scene.
things that I enjoy the most. With
At Home
with Homemaking
Making the
proactive choice
to grow and cook
foods at home and
to simply consume
less outside the
house has political
resonance that I
am determined
to continue
nurturing...
REFERENCES CITED
Hayes, Shannon
2010 Radical Homemakers: Reclaiming
Domesticity from a Consumer Culture.
Richmondville, NY: Left to Write Press.
Orenstein, Peggy
2010 The Femivores Dilemma. New York Times
Magazine, March 11: 1112.
your yin, dill to your sweet gherkins, but together we fill the
jar. Perhaps something I write will flesh out the other half of
the big circle and create synergy.
Journal: (1) a record of experiences, ideas, or reflections kept
regularly for private use; (2) a periodical dealing especially
with matters of current interest; (3) a publication that appears
at regular intervals.
So, what do I have to add to a journal? What experiences,
observations, and reflections can I impart? Hopefully,
something universal. Something with humor? Perhaps even
a transcendent moment. To do that, I must first strike a chord
within my own soul, make myself laugh, and fill myself with
wonder.
As the first XY-authored column for HWJ, View from the
Moon will expose the ludicrous side of life, by exposing
its bloated, pale, often gaudily tattooed and navel-pierced
underbelly. The side wed like to keep hidden, because so often
what we often think will turn out cool is laughable. You want
to show me your belly? I didnt think so. What well try to do
is share a smile as we attempt to deal with this unbearable
lightness of beingwhile looking at other peoples bellies.
Where to begin? As the Munchkins instructed Dorothy, simply
at the beginning.
onnectivity
C
by James Pounds
How to Sell
Your Body Parts
[kitchen medicine]
Intuitive Eating:
by Lorelle Saxena
a healthy body weight, optimal digestion,
and general well-being all require the same,
long-term, dedicated commitment to taking
care of ones self: there is no such thing as a
reset button for the body. The good news?
Having made such a commitment, good
health is within your reach. And it starts
with what you eat.
Sometimes patients feel better if their
first steps toward eating healthfully are
planned for them. There is a lot of conflicting
information circulating about what healthy
eating actually means, which is often what
draws them to the idea of a cleanse in the
first place. Instead of doing a cleanse, what I
suggest is that they take a few days to enjoy
the simplified, healthy, easy-to-prepare
food plan detailed below.
This plan is not a cleanse. Rather, it is a
way to learn how to be intuitive about the
effects on your body of the food you choose
to intake. It is well-balanced from Western
and Eastern nutritional perspectives. It
is straightforward, because you can cook
everything in any pot with a steamer basket
and because it sticks to a brief list of foods
that are easy to get at mainstream grocery
stores. Its safe, because it includes enough
protein and fats to maintain healthy body
function; because it's devoid of bad fats (if
not generally low fat); because its high
fiber content makes it difficult to consume
enough of the things that would make it
high calorie yet it contains enough calories
so as to avoid starvation/storage mode;
and because it comprises low-glycemicload foods so that your blood sugar should
stay stable and you wont feel the urge to
gnaw off your own arm. And its shortI
recommend following this plan for only
three days and then taking two more days
to gradually transition off of it.
As with all dietary changes, consult with
your doctor first if you have diabetes or
any metabolic, renal, hepatic, or cardiac
Hawaii Womens Journal | 31
Shopping List
Eight to ten pounds of raw dark leafy
greens. Buy a wide variety, such
as kale, chard, collards, dandelion
greens, and spinach. Ten pounds is a
lotbut greens will make up the bulk
of your food intake for the next few
days, and raw greens cook down into
much smaller-looking quantities.
Lots of fresh raw fruit. Aim for lots
of different colors: bright green
apples, dark magenta raspberries, the
improbable neon orange of a papaya.
Quinoa, about a pound
Dried lentils, any type, about a pound
Cashews and almonds, raw or roasted,
no salt added, one cup each
Three sweet potatoes
Coconut milk, preferably in a carton
(found in the dairy aisle) or one can
One or two avocados
BE IN YOUR BODY
I dont advise strenuous exercise on
the few days that youre following this
plan. Because its relatively low calorie,
its easy to become fatigued if youre
working out. It is also very low sodium, so
profuse sweating could cause problems
with body fluid regulation. Additionally,
the protein levels in this plan arent high
enough to allow for the kind of significant
muscle repair that strenuous exercise
can necessitate. Instead, make a point
of doing some gentle exercise every day,
particularly movement that links the
mind and body: a meditative walk or
mellow jog, a restorative and nonheated
yoga session, a qi gong class. Itll be fine
to resume your more athletic endeavors
in just a few days.
ON PSYCHOLOGICAL HUNGER
Intuitive eating is not necessarily going
to be easy. You probably will miss your
bacon or Greek yogurt with honey and
granola drizzled on top. When I did the
plan myself, I missed dairy. But you know
how when you have a complicated life
question to figure out, it can be a good
thing to stay away from TV and Internet
for a few days? How, once distractions
are taken away, things just seem to line
Lorelle
Saxena
attention to how it feels after eating each
new food. Having a very limited diet for
a few days puts us back in touch with
what things actually taste like and how
they make us feel, which enables us to
sharpen our intuition about what to eat,
whats good for us on the individual level,
and what we really like versus what we
eat out of habit or for comfort.
These two days are your time to explore
what intuitive eating means for
you. Youve spent three days in close
contact with your foodchoosing it,
cleaning it, cooking it, creating appealing
combinations from limited options.
Because you havent disguised the true
flavor of your food with condiments,
spices, or refined sugar, your perception
of taste is heightened. Notice, today,
what sweet really tastes like. Perceive
the mild sweetness in brown rice and
compare it to the intense sweetness of a
carrot. Enjoy the slightly bitter grassiness
Hawaii Womens Journal | 33
[editors on editors]
Frontier Psychiatrist:
Music
Love
wherein HWJ queries FP on a few of their favorite things, the future of online publishing
and whether they want to go steady.
FP is what we read to take the edge off our half cup full o
cynicism, to face another blank page each day with gusto
and the proper cocktail. FP teaches us to enjoy the good stuff
along the death-defying bike commute that is existence.
We interviewed FPs co-editors Leo Lopez and Keith Meatto
because they have ultimately set out to do the same thing
were trying to do: build a community of readers and writers
who know that the best way to live is to treat life like a blind
dateto see every day as another chance to fall in love with
the world. If you enjoy music, urban cycling, quality beverages,
excellent short fiction and creative nonfiction, food, and
writing that helps you take ten steps back from the ledge,
then Frontier Psychiatrist will have you swooning, laughing,
and telling your ex-favorite publication, Its not you, its FP.
HWJ: So. Frontier Psychiatrist: How the heck did you come
up with that name? Did it involve illicit substances and a
DSM-IV upcycled into a Ouija board?
Leo: Keith and I share two views on art: (1) start from the title
and (2) good artists borrow; great artists steal. So, we stole
the title from a song by The Avalanches, a group that knows
plenty about stealing. If the DSM-IV was involved, it was only
in the diagnosis of Kleptomania, aesthetic type.
HWJ: How did FP come into being?
Leo: This question affords me the opportunity to answer
the previous question seriously. The idea for the site came
to us when I was the process of switching careers from a
rather mechanical medical specialty for which I had lost all
passion to my current, more humanistic one. At the time, I
saw a lot of opportunities ahead in both my professional and
nonprofessional life, including a chance to reimmerse myself
in all the things I had been forced to abjure for the sake of my
prior career. Hence the name and the site.
Keith: For me, FP also filled a void in a time of transition. Two
years ago, I left my job as a high school English teacher to
HWJ: You have been known to solicit our writing (the HWJ
editors). Did you know solicitation perpetuates patriarchy
and factory farming and is the main cause of autism in
children?
Leo: Syllables Allowed:/ Seventeen. Far too few to/ Relate our
mission.
HWJ: You just made the managing editor, who just moved
to northern California, really homesick for Brooklyn. Thanks
a lot, guys.
Frontier
Psychiatrist
UNLIKELY READS
Suzanne
Farrell
Smith
Vietnam. Through his notebooks, Dam,
one of the 300,000 wandering souls
of Vietnam, returns home at last.
At heart this is a story of two men.
When Karlin strays from that story, into
the upbringing of Homers wife, for
example, his otherwise tight narrative
frays, obscuring its heart. Though
metaphorically potent in a book of
wandering souls, the narrative works
best when it doesnt wander.
Hawaii Womens Journal | 38
REFERENCES CITED
Karlin, Wayne
2009 Wandering Souls: Journeys with the Living and
the Dead in Viet Nam. New York: Nation Books.
Jackson, Chris
2010 All the Sad Young Literary Women. The
Atlantic, August 20. http://www.theatlantic.com/
culture/archive/2010/08/all-the-sad-young-literarywomen/61821/, accessed August 23, 2010.
[artists' corner]
Woman on Film
an Interview with Marta Sanchez by Kathryn Xian
Marta Sanchez is a multifaceted
filmmaker, film festival director, and
feminist activist. Shes the kind of
woman other women admirenot
only for her Spanish beauty, European
accent, and elegant demeanor but
also because of her ability to imagine
creative and political projects and then
make them happen. Perhaps thats a
necessary talent of filmmakers, but
Marta goes a step further than the rest
because she makes it a point to use
her experience and knowledge to help
other filmmakers voice their visions to
the worldvisions that evoke, inspire,
Blonde Peacock
[creative nonfiction]
Mundaneum
Attention and Learning, and also 3.44, your GPA that still
shames you). Some of it sticks, enough to make you realize
that your teens were a deviation from self, a misdirection in
your classification. You are not just a flighty slip of a thing but in
fact someone quite intelligent who should take herself a little
more seriously so that other people will, too. Your parents
sigh their relief when you graduate relatively unscathed into
155.65, Young Adulthood.
There are many more things to discover, of course,
many more experiences to pick up and classify,
some neatly, some not so. It is human nature to
categorize, and its never copy cataloging when
its your own life. It doesnt matter if your best
friend knows your that guy for whom you pined
away 2003 is going to break your heart in new
and inventive ways, youve got to shelve that one
yourself. Try Love 128.46, and then Loneliness,
155.927.
And then the real thing, the real 128.46 comes
along, and boy does it knock you right off those stylish shoes
(oops, 332.024, Personal Finances gone awry). And on the
day that marks the legal process of joining two souls that falls
under 306.8, Marriage and Family, your father will take you
aside and tell you that this incredible man is your nuclear
family now, and he will be right. So you will start a whole new
branch of your personal catalog, one that is marked with an
Us.
Krissa
Corbett
Cavouras
Making Womb
by Theresa Falk
I am going to be a mother.
Yet, there is no baby in my womb.
My husband and I recently started
the process of adopting a child. As an
adoptee myself, I had always wanted to
complete the circle: to give a child the
gift that I had so lovingly received. Fortyone years after my parents opened their
hearts and home to me, Chris and I are
making room in ours.
It was the easiest and most difficult
[creative nonfiction]
Love, For
Me
L
by Kate McCahill
poetry
I.
Little Riddles
Morning Riddle
I am an alabaster womb,
a house with no door,
carved from brittle ivory
without a chisel.
You hold me and wonder
if you can feel a beating heart within.
Or is it too cold inside this small igloo
for life?
II.
Late-Summer Riddle
I am iron lace,
rusted with rain.
Wind breathes through me
like a fishermans net,
and I grow noisy as a hammer.
IV.
VI. Sailor
III.
V.
Bedtime Riddle
We are small sofas,
cocoons of comfort
that protect and serve.
House-trained
dirt wary, we are afraid
of what lies beyond
your front door.
We caress the day from you
and breathe sleep into your limbs
from the bottom up.
Treasure Chest
Rock-shod and silent,
I am marooned.
VII.
I breathe visibly.
Every few minutes, a fractured puff
excites the tiny minds
that dance within my belly.
I am transparent to your pleasure,
and fear the thunder
of your attention.
Before Breakfast
poetry
What am I? v
Hawaii Womens Journal | 50
[fiction]
With his clothes on, my lover looks like your average mansoft in some places,
strong in others. Hes not what you would consider a beautiful man, not stately or
distinct. No chiseled features, high cheek bones, or the slightest hint of pecs and
abs. With his clothes on, he looks like your average Joe, my completely unaverage
TJ. My lover is a former fat kid, and I tell no one.
cant pin down when I officially met TJ, only when I first
saw himon the set of a short film on which we were both
working. He was the Best Boy and I, the Art Assistant. My
task that day was to age a foam-based ceramic tablea
job that kept me spreading and wiping mortar long into the
uncharacteristically humid Los Angeles night. As the rest of
the crew cleared out, he came walking toward mea tall
figure in a floppy hat led by the faint orange cigarette glow
between his lips. You staying much longer? he asked.
Just a little bit, I said, though I wasnt sure how long Id be.
Cool, he said and walked away. A few minutes later, he
emerged with two clamp lights. He ran an extension cord
and hung the lights from the edge of the shed where I was
working. He turned the lights on and left, saying, When
youre done, just unplug it. He didnt look back.
When I arrived the next morning, I noticed the lights had
already been put away. All night after this first meeting, Id
thought about him more and morefinding out his name
from the following days call sheet and knowing that he
would be one of the first people on set. His single friendly,
unfriendly act had made him a person of interest, and though
I wanted nothing more than for him to look at me, talk to
me, acknowledge me in some way, TJ went about his work
with no notice of me and no mention of the lights, either.
The film shoot lasted only six days, and for the next five, I
stole glances at TJ and held full conversations with him in my
head. In those days and imaginary conversations, we talked
about cursory things that meant much more underneath.
Hi, how are you? would have been code for I want to kiss
you, touch you, and find out everything there is to know
about you.
When I think back to the first time I saw TJ, I remember
two things: first, that people as tall as he was shouldnt
wear floppy hats because, from a distance, it eliminated all
possibility of seeing their eyes (you just cant trust people
whose eyes you cant see). Second, that his lips were the
fullest, softest-looking lips Id ever seen on a man. Perhaps
this was only because I couldnt see his eyes, and so in
contrast, his lips might have been overemphasized. But they
by Duy Nguyen
[fiction]
Endless Necklace
But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.
by Keith Meatto
Pablo Neruda
took her to Taliesin West. Lila loved the odd buildings and
the gardens. Gabriel seemed more inspired by the history.
Frank Lloyd Wright had picked the best young architects to
build his winter palace, and they met annually to change the
future of architecture.
Lila put a hand on Gabriels neck and rubbed the stiff knot
of muscle above his shoulder blade. You can sleep in your
own bed soon, she said. But have some perspective. Pablo
Neruda didnt just decide to be a poet, roll out of bed, and
walk into a stadium of 100,000 adoring fans. He just wrote
every day until something worked.
She squeezed his shoulder and went inside. The room
was low budget, but motels were still a luxury. You began a
new life every day and your mess became somebody elses
problem. For all the inconveniences of the roadas her
mother and girlfriends had predictedLila had not made
a bed, emptied the trash, or cooked a meal all summer,
attended by an army of invisible
servants. Still, she wondered if
the Pakistani graduate student
who was subletting her studio in
Brooklyn had let her avocado tree
die.
Lila showered, slipped into
jeans and a tank top, and brushed
her teeth in the mirror. She had
lost weight on tour, maybe five or
six pounds. Her arms were slim
and firm from lugging her amp and
guitars. The sun had tanned her
skin and cut blond streaks through
her dark hair. Her pale office friends
would be jealous. She opened a
bottle of eyeliner and traced her
lids. Yea, she looked good. The tight
coils of her body had all loosened,
her face muscles had relaxed, and
she had shed her anxious look. Leaving the city had helped
and so had performing every night. But the real change was
Gabriel.
They had shared beds across the country but never their
real ones back home. That had almost happened after
rehearsal when Gabriel took her to a dumpling house on
East Broadway. He was different away from the instruments:
quiet, thoughtful, inquisitive. He also had good timing. Lila
had been to six weddings that year, heard the biological
alarms ring, and saw the singles tables shrink. Her friends
saw her as That Girl, drifting at thirty with no man and no
plan. And she had gone on too many dates and heard too
many monologues. Gabriel actually complimented her,
said she played guitar like a ninety-year-old black man. She
laughed and said her father had a good record collection
but skipped how her parents fought most nights and she
played Mississippi John Hurt in her room until she went into
a trance.
Keith
Meatto
his suitcase, then his pants, before she paired and stuffed his
socks into his shoes.
You know, she said. Wed have more money if you didnt
insist on separate hotel rooms. Thats what, seventy-five
to a hundred dollars wasted every night times sixty days
equals
I know how much it costs, he said.
Maybe that made sense the first or second time but not
anymore. You cant just drift and expect me to follow.
What about all those guys who hit on you after every
show?
Lila tucked her hair back into a ponytail. Are you really
jealous of random strangers? Sure, I flirt. Then they buy a
CD or a tee shirt and then I go home with you. Do you think
I want some loser who wanders alone into a bar at eleven
oclock on a Wednesday? Besides, youre the one who sings
love songs to strangers.
You mean empty rooms.
Lila swept the loose change from the nightstand into her
hand, cleared her throat, and lowered her voice. Go shower,
she said. Then well order some breakfast.
I told you, we cant afford room service.
Ill drive, she said. You can sleep on the way. Lila spread her
arms and pulled Gabriel in for a hug. His body felt frail, and
his heart twittered against her chest. They held the embrace
and then he pulled away. She heard the faucets run and the
toilet flush.
She saw her cell phone blinking red. Probably parental.
She had not told them about Gabriel. They would hate him.
Hed rub in their faces the life she had chosen. They had a
hard enough time when Lila failed freshman bio and decided
to major in classical guitar. Her surgeon father insisted that
music was a hobby. She had proved him right for eight years,
giving lessons, singing Ladies Night Karaoke, and working
time-bider jobs at a travel agency, clothing stores, and, lately,
as a paralegal. Then she had seen Gabriels poster on a caf
bulletin boardFemale Guitarist Wantedand summoned
the courage to audition.
She returned to the balcony. No cell towers or power lines
or telephone poles, no traces of humanity except the paved
roads that cut through the striped hills. Pioneers had crossed
this land, she thought, on foot, in the saddle, and in wagons.
They wanted gold and adventures, God and freedom, glory
and anonymity. They fought the desert to survive and
sometimes they won.
The weather would be perfect in New York now, almost
fall. Lila imagined the days to come. Theyd play tonight and
then make their way home. Her jealous girlfriends would
swoon and wish theyd never given her the Pity Face. She and
Gabriel would nap in Prospect Park. Theyd barbecue on her
roof and watch the sun set over Manhattan. And while her
parents might object to the idea of Gabriel, hed charm them
in person. Her mother would cluck and cook him a ninecourse banquet. Her father, who could not boil water, would
take them to Caf Lux and tell stories about his campus radical
days, how hed seen Hendrix and loaned him a quarter for a
newspaper. And shed meet Gabriels mother, the little Irish
widow who had loaned them her station wagon, a low-slung
white whale with a loose muffler and Hudson County PBA
bumper stickers.
Then Lila would write her own songs. Gabriel would help
and support and encourage her the way she had done with
the Twenty Love Songs. And then theyd tour again next
summer, but this time with one hotel room.
Lila never bought bridal magazines or fantasized about
china patterns or fabric swatches or stainless steel appliances.
She didnt need marriageher parents had destroyed any
illusions about the sacredness of that institution. She just
wanted to be one of those couples that bloomed every
spring, the ones who sprawled out together on the grass or
leaned across restaurant tables, intertwined like vines.
The bathroom door opened. Lila glanced up from her
paperback and saw Gabriel step through the steam, cleanshaven in a crisp shirt and jeans.
Hey, he said.
Lila held up two fingers and went back to her Chekhov.
She had read one story per day all summer, always in a
single sitting. She never stopped in the middle. Once she
started, she had to finish. She tried to re-engage the Russian
noblewoman and her woes, but after Gabriel crossed her line
of sight three times, she stuck a pencil between the pages.
He looked at her for a long time, words stuck on the edge of
his lips.
Im sorry, he said.
Its OK, she said. Were both tired.
She took his hands and clasped his fingers. He stared at
her a moment, then looked down at the floor, and released
her fingers.
I went for a walk after the show last night, he said.
I heard you, she said.
I needed real air. I cant breathe in all this air
conditioning.
Lila sat up and traced her fingers around the buttons of
the remote control.
So I go out, he said. And I just lie down on this rock. There
are all these stars, ones you cant see back home. And the
only constellations I know are Orion and the Big Dipper. And
Im thinking Neruda would know their names. Hed know
what they meant.
Theyre named after the Zodiac, she said. You can look
them up online.
The television flashed on and Lila twitched at the sound
before she realized she had accidentally pressed the power
on the remote control. She pressed the red button again,
apologized, and told Gabriel to continue.
Dont make fun of me, but for a minute out there, I thought
I heard my dad. Gabriel laughed in embarrassment. Not like I
saw a ghost. I just imagined what hed say.
Lila frowned. Her parents were crazy, but they were alive.
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The Prompt:
What is your must-have morning-after
cure for a late night?
Your words:
Alka seltzer. Plop plop fizz fizz . . .
Julia Kibble Fortenberry
Is coffee too obvious? Rachel Wiley
Ideally, I drink a Gatorade before
going to sleep. And keep water and
Advil right next to the bed.
Levi Hookano
Orange energy drink (e.g. Gatorade,
Vitamin Water) and a chicken cutlet
sandwich with lettuce, tomato, hots
and sweets (peppers), and honey
mustard. Keith Meatto
Ive recently found Gatorade to
be helpful. I think its the whole
electrolyte-replacement thing. I
also find myself craving sugar, so it
addresses that as well. Eric Cannon
Water-rich fruits with breakfast to
rehydrate and bananas with toast are
good to soothe an upset stomach. For
someone who wants to detoxify, milk
thistle may be helpful. Jeanette LeBlanc
I havent needed a morning-after cure
in a long while, but I hear that coconut
water is what the kids (i.e., my 45year-old boss) are drinking nowadays.
Beth Brezenoff