2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
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Then Again<br />
by Jack Cooper<br />
I had so little, a small place above garages where the landlord stored<br />
dismembered Jags, an iron bed, heavy as a car frame, that folded down<br />
from the closet and an office desk with an oak chair held together by<br />
wooden pegs. These were hand to mouth days that tested the limits of<br />
solidarity and deadbolt nights that left the world abandoned to gunshots<br />
and disembodied screams.<br />
Then again, I had an IBM Selectric with a 12-point Palatino font<br />
whose round serif letters sang to me as I typed each word of the book I<br />
had promised Jesse Joseph Tougau I would write about him after he<br />
passed.<br />
He'd been a cerebral vagabond in the days “When men were men<br />
and women were washing machines,” and fed my longing with impassioned<br />
tales of imperfect heroes like the time he stayed awake 135 hours<br />
laying pipe from a gusher in Borger, Texas, alongside his bunkmate, a<br />
hermaphrodite who hid his fully formed breasts with an inner tube under<br />
his shirt.<br />
And later he infected an eye in the Tehachapis mining silver and<br />
bummed his way to Vegas where he made a bundle counting cards but<br />
got crippled with arthritis and took a train to Hot Springs, Arkansas,<br />
where attendants with white towels wiped brown muck off his skin for<br />
three weeks before he hitched a ride to L.A. and took bets on horses<br />
from the back of a dry cleaners until he went completely blind and lost<br />
his legs for good and had to move in with his brother where I met him<br />
through a friend and made him that promise.<br />
A new life later, when you moved into my place and we got a regular<br />
bed and bought our first computer, I'd long since given up the book and<br />
felt bad about it. Then you told me I could ask old Jesse in that other<br />
world for forgiveness, which I'd forgotten I could do even if it might be<br />
in my own head and even if it felt silly because how would I know if he<br />
forgave me.<br />
Then again, how do we know anything<br />
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