there
was chesapeake and i learned to spell the name on the yellow paper and i put my
name and chesapeake and west virginia and i wrote them down and that was the
name and i was there and living in it and being in it before i knew what it was
called by people who were not in it and the noise and i lived above levin’s
discount in three rooms with my brother and my mother and my father and he was
the one and there was yelling all the time and the yelling seemed as natural as
the curfew siren at ten o’clock each night from the fire department out back
where i was once a junior patrolman and i heard of kids getting to go down to
charleston to see the jail but i never went because i quit and the noise and
the river the kanawha and the long coal barges with the big stern wheel and the
low moaning they called each other with and i heard and there were dead fish in
the river and i saw them dead and i covered a live one with lighter fluid and
burned him in the mud puddle and there was the basketball court of the grade
school i attended and hot summer nights and lights and people playing horse or
dancing and i couldn’t sleep and lay in the hot dark between the sheets and
heard the coal trucks on the road going from the mines to the plants or to the
barges on the river and i knew the whitelight flashes even then like the cold
glow of a streetlight and my body turning white and i was scared and not sure
what i was scared of and i heard the trains on the track beyond the white
firehouse and the repair shop for the low mining cars that go into the ground
with men and bring back black coal and men with black buried deep in their
skins and fingernails that were never clean and white like mine when i was
still wrinkled from the tub but were black like the coal in the trains and
above them the turnpike with the long cars going by and making sounds i could
not hear over the rumbling of the coal that was around me and on all sides and
moving and shifting and killing and the people in the cars going through and
high above me and not in it like i was and calling it names that they had made
up and that weren’t my names that weren’t chesapeake or west virginia or philip
or anything and i did not know if i could see it because it was too close and
you had to be up high and blurring by on a turnpike to see it and i was down
low so i played in it and thought the mining cars with low v shaped bottoms
were toys and i played on them and i played and pretended they were cars and
long and blurred with speed and free and not flat and low and ugly and broken
and not toys at all and i played beneath the steps that led up to where i lived
and where my parents yelled and i could hear them and know that she cried and
he was not a man and yet i didn’t know and yet it was something i would learn
and at night i was afraid and didn’t know why and i lay and waited and listened
to the coal moving in the earth and in the air and in the water and in my eyes
and i played hard during the day with the sun hot and played hard beneath the
rotting wooden stairs and played hard with the kid from the house behind the
store and the white house and the girl who tried to kiss me and i put my broken
arm in front of my face and ran and the door that led into the black dark room at the back of the
store and you looked into the room and through the dirty glass and saw old
bicycle pumps and boxes and darkness and i played with ginger who was young and
chained beneath the rotting stairs and would tangle her chain around my legs
and drag me down and lick my face and breathe hot heavy dog breath into my face
and it was wet and warm and ugly like the girl from back doors who used to try
and kiss me and i played and one day found it lying there or he brought it with
him and i don’t remember who he was only that he was a kid and i was a kid and
that made it all right but i do remember it and i always remember it and it was
a steel metal tape measure that spun out stiff and shiny and had inches and
feet and i played with it and i played and it was late and evening and getting
dark and they called and i didn’t want to come so i played and he came and was
fat and laughing and being a daddy and picking me up and throwing me over his
shoulder and i didn’t want to go and the other kid was staying and why couldn’t
i and he was carrying me and i had the tape and the other kid had the box end
of the tape and i grabbed and fought him for it and he was laughing and he was
laughing too and carrying me back to their endless yelling and i didn’t want to
go and the other kid was staying and pulling me back with the shiny metal tape
and i grabbed the tape and he pulled and daddy pulled and it hurt and the tape
cut and jerked and the tape sliced through the palm of my hands and it hurt and
i dropped the tape and it still hurt and it wouldn’t stop and he was laughing
and i was ashamed because it hurt and didn’t bleed but it hurt and it hurt and
i was ashamed because it hurt and didn’t bleed but it hurt laughing and i was
ashamed of myself like when i wet my pants that time in the grocery store and
ran back and hid them under the bed and i would have made it but i was at the
grocery store and filling out a coupon for a basket of food to be given away
and i needed to go but i had to fill the coupon out then it happened and i ran
and ran and ran and i won the food later on but there wasn’t the toys i wanted
and they had them up on the shelf you couldn’t reach and i thought i could take
them if i won but you only got the food and i ran and ran and ran and i was
scared at night and didn’t know why and i was ashamed of my cut hands and i was
ashamed because i wanted toys when we needed food and i was ashamed and all the
while the coal moved around the back and front and both sides in the barges on
the river and the trucks on the road and the trains on the tracks and in the
low cars in the mining repair shop that became the toys you never won
It's time to grow up and start seeing the world the way it really is and not the way we want it to be.
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About Me
- PJarrett
- I am from West Virginia. Born in New Martinsville to a minister's family. Traveled around West Virginia and Southern Ohio growing up. The only stability I got was from my mother's side of the family in Boone County. My Great Grandfather on my father's side was preaching in Madison during the Mine Wars. He ran for the state legislature on a pro-union ticket and won only to have the coal companies tie the results up in court so he ended serving only one day out of this term. My Grandfather on my mother's side stood with the miner's at Blair Mountain and died of Black Lung when I was still in my teens. I was raised a Conservative Christian...not a Fundamentalist. Strict separation of church and state based on the understanding that what makes for a good politician is pretty much the opposite of what makes a good Christian. I'm politically radical in that I believe in one man/one vote and the only way to have political equality is to have economic equality. I'm an atheist because once I accepted the fact of my own mortality I found no need for belief in God.
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