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Why Poetry: The Story Knows

By Laura Boggess 17 Comments

Says Laura Boggess:

I started this little story as I waited for Maureen Doallas’s Neruda’s Memoirs: Poems. I had been so looking forward to the release of the book, had ordered it the second I heard it was available–and then was frustrated by what seemed like a terribly long delivery (it was only a few days, but felt much longer). It was very windy that week–I watched religiously for the mailman each day amidst flying little bits of this world–leaves, papers, my neighbor’s flag. As I waited, I entertained myself with the story of Amy Pinkleberry–a young divorcee who struggles with depression. Amy’s depression is characterized by auditory hallucinations–destructive voices that prevent her from finding the happiness she so longs for. Only one thing stops the voices and that is…well, you’ll just have to read on to find out…

Waiting on Neruda’s Memoirs

She stared up at the ceiling as he studied the paper. Swung her feet back and forth under the desk. She could barely reach the gleaming tile floor with her tiptoes. Who made these chairs anyway? The Jolly Green Giant?

She tried breathing deeply…slowly and quietly gulping up the atmosphere. But something about the way he raised his eyebrow as he read niggled. She knew what was coming.

The voices of the watchers hissed in her ear. Who does he think he is? That he could sit there and read about her—about her, for heaven’s sake—without saying one word? As if she wasn’t sitting there right in front of him. And now this: A raised eyebrow?

She tried ignoring the voice. But the more she resisted, the more insistent it grew—dividing into multiple echoes until a cacophony filled her head. Panic welled inside her as the voices reached a crescendo. She glanced frantically at the man studying her resume.

“Those aren’t the best pieces of me, you know.”

As soon as she spoke, the voices quieted and she felt immediate gratitude.

He lifted his eyes and looked at her over his glasses—eyebrows raised again.

“Pardon me?”

“Those aren’t the best pieces of me.”

He looked absolutely baffled.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well, you can’t expect me to bring the best parts, can you? Not to a perfect stranger. Not to someone I don’t even know.”

His mouth was hanging open now and he dropped the resume on his desk in front of him.

“I’m sorry…I don’t…”

She was feeling quite indignant now and The watchers’ pleasure heated up her cheeks. But just as quickly as the triumph umphed, the reality of the situation dropped hard between them. Amy looked at the bank manager looking at her. He wasn’t much older than she—probably mid-forties. He had taken his suit jacket off when they entered his office and as she walked through the door behind him she noticed that his white shirt was terribly wrinkled in the back—he had only pressed the front. A practical man. How could he possibly understand?

And yet…he had been kind to her–had smiled with his whole face—even his eyes. If he noticed her dress was too large, he hadn’t let on—as if he frequently interviewed malnourished neurotic women. He had inquired about her life with genuine interest—was she from around here? What brought her to these parts of Virginia?

Now, he stared openly at her with the expression of someone who had just discovered mold on a piece of bread already half eaten. She watched as the slightly shocked expression faded into one of concern. He leaned closer to her over the top of his desk.

“Ms. Pinkleberry…are you ok?”

He knit his brows together and reached over to touch her arm tentatively. As if touching her might bring her to her senses. The kindness was more than she could bear.

“Oh, nevermind!”

She stood up abruptly as tears welled, grabbed the resume from his desk, and fled the office. She didn’t stop running until she was two blocks away…then she leaned up against an old gray brick office building and sobbed uncontrollably.

So. Steven was right. She really was crazy.

She needed that poetry book.

She stared out the window at her empty mailbox. A few frail flakes skitted manically in the rushing currents. Thirty mile an hour wind gusts, the radio said. She watched her neighbor’s garbage can pick up speed as it rolled down the street.

I should be nice and go get that.

Then: a loud crashing noise from the back deck. She would have to break the vigil. More rumbling and tumbling sounds greeted her ears as she approached the back doors, mustering the ability to care. One quick peek through the glass, however, lent the urgency required. As soon as she opened the door the wind plucked it from her flaccid fingers, slamming it against the condo’s siding.

Why didn’t I put this stuff in storage?

The deck furniture had taken flight. The umbrella—neatly rolled up and tied—had nevertheless served as sail to the patio table ship and now the two hung like Siamese twins, dangling over the deck rail. When she stepped forward to rescue the twins, a chair came sliding toward her. She sidestepped, grabbed her attacker by the arms from behind and wrangled the thing through the door. Five more chairs and the set of twins later, Amy sat panting in her living room floor. Her slippers were soaking wet and the wind had cut cold straight through to her bones. She stared out the French doors at the snow falling down and burst into tears.

You’re never going to make it.

The watchers were back. After Steven left, the voices stopped for a time. Dr. Larinsky though it was due to the new medication. Amy did too. And then winter came.

You’ll never make it on your own. You can’t even find a job. The money he gave you is about to run out. How will you pay for this place? How will you survive? You might as well give up now. Just do it. Quit. Quit this thing. There’s no use trying.

“Shut up!”

But they refused to be quiet–watching her every move, berating her every action and decision for the past ten years until she was curled up on the floor—a quivering, leaky mess. She must have fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes it was dark outside. She straightened out her body and let the cold of the wood floor melt through her PJs and into her skin. She listened to the wind continue its wreckage outside. The cold of the floor made her tingle, awakened forgotten nerve endings and called them to move.

You’ll never make it.

She buried her face in her hands, heaved a sigh and tried to wipe it all away.

Just let that thought float by like a boat passing you on the river, Amy.

She took three deep breaths with her eyes closed and on the third exhale rose to her feet. She peered through the glass doors, flipped on the deck light, and surveyed the damage. All of her terra cotta pots had been tipped; little piles of dirt now swirling atop remnants of snow. The railing had been knocked loose by the weight of the table, and she would have to repaint the white boards the splintering planters had gouged.

And her living room was full of deck furniture.

She could feel the despair trying to take hold and she knew that only one thing would alleviate that looming darkness. She scuttled to the front door where she had been keeping watch for days now. Maybe she had missed him during her nap. Maybe he brought the package today.

She left the door open behind her and ran out to the mailbox. The wind used her hair as a weapon, she smoothed the long lashing tendrils back with her hands and held them there in a temporary ponytail. She looked in the box.

Nothing. Just a few ads and the water bill.

Where could it be? She had been waiting for Neruda’ Memoirs for two weeks. Usually, Amazon only took three days to get her order to her. She needed that book.

Poetry was the only thing that stopped the voices.

To be continued…

Photo by Gemma Stiles, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Story by Laura Boggess. Reprinted with permission.

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Comments

  1. Maureen Doallas says

    October 19, 2011 at 12:04 pm

    Thank you for giving Laura’s wonderful series renewed life here. I’m as taken with the story now as the first time I read it… because of what it shows about Laura’s originality, creative, fresh approach, and fine sense of storytelling.

    Reply
  2. L. L. Barkat says

    October 19, 2011 at 12:07 pm

    Isn’t she a wonder? Really, how many people do you know who create a new genre. Laura is, as our friend Claire would say… brill. 🙂

    Reply
  3. Megan Willome says

    October 19, 2011 at 12:33 pm

    Laura’s voice is back–yay!

    Reply
  4. Connie@raise your eyes says

    October 22, 2011 at 3:45 pm

    Yeah! Amy Pinkleberry story is catching eyes everywhere…watch for her in a bookstore near you.

    Reply
  5. Jody Lee Collins says

    September 2, 2014 at 1:38 pm

    you wrote a story? book? About an Amy Pinkleberry? I had no idea. Glad it’s featured here (again). Thank you to both Lauras. I will have to come back to read. 🙂

    Reply
    • L. L. Barkat says

      September 2, 2014 at 5:08 pm

      Most welcome 🙂

      I am kind of wishing for more poetry stories. (No pressure, Laura 😉 )

      Reply

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