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Trevor and Travis
by Odell Workman.........................................................04
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Hiding Behind the Humor
by Courtney Wright, Christopher Ellis and Jonnie Ray Delta.......09
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matter of jockeying for position in the womb. Those thirty seconds always gave The commentator remarked on the recent tragedy of September 11. It had
Travis a certain authority over his younger sibling and it annoyed the hell out of Trevor. unnerved everyone in the family, even though they had a brewing tragedy on the
He didn’t look at Travis. horizon. Trevor could see the reflections of the past month on the screen, a parade of
“Don’t patronize me,” Trevor responded. national regret.
“Well then don’t fall apart on me,” Travis returned. “Makes you think it’s the end of the world,” she said. Her face turned grave.
“No promises, I stopped making those long ago.” “You don’t worry about that, Nanny,” Trevor replied.
“Bullshit.” “I’m just worried for you and your brother. Last thing I need to see is the two of
“Screw you.” Trevor realized this wasn’t the right time to pick a family fight or you go off to fight in a war. Maybe Jesus’ll come back and just end the whole thing.”
deal with sibling rivalry. “Sorry. I made you a cup of coffee. It’s on the…” “Wouldn’t be a bad way to put a band-aid on the whole thing, huh?”
“I got it right here,” Travis didn’t even give him time to finish his sentence. “Yours “We’d all be in heaven,” she brightened. Her eyes always brightened at the
too, though you did put too much sugar in it.” talk of heaven, not just since she’d been sick. Trevor could remember the Sunday
Trevor finally turned around. Taking the cup of coffee from his brother’s hands mornings in the country church. She sang the old-timey hymns with an Old Testament
he could see the tearstain on his camouflage t-shirt. Any other Sunday morning and he fervency. As a kid, Trevor couldn’t imagine what heaven was like. He just knew if Nanny
probably would have been in the woods looking to shoot at some small woodland was gonna be there some day, then he would too. She finished, “We’d never have to
creature. worry about this crazy, messed up world ever again.”
“She’s really gone,” Trevor said after taking a long drink from the mug. “Sounds good, Nanny. Sounds really good.”
“Better sooner than later,” Travis said. “I mean, she could’ve gone on like that It didn’t take Jesus coming back to send her heaven bound. He called her
for months. It would have only gotten worse. She wasn’t gonna get any better.” home the next morning. Trevor, on the other hand, was only left to contemplate the
“I guess you’re right,” that was all Trevor could muster. world, her and what the hell all the other tomorrows would feel like.
“The doctor said she probably wouldn’t see the end of the month,” Travis God knows. Only God knows, he thought.
noted. Trevor looked down at his watch. Inside a small square were the numbers 09/30.
“Shows what he knew,” Trevor said. His brother let out a small chuckle. Trevor
grew silent again. “Mom didn’t tell me that.” Travis stood up from the concrete steps of the back porch. “Well, I’m gonna
“She didn’t want to make it any harder on you. She knew you were coming check on Mom and see if she needs me to make any phone calls. You gonna be okay?”
home this weekend. She was gonna tell you then.” “More or less,” Trevor said. “You want me to give you a hand?”
Another silence fell on Travis and Trevor before the younger brother spoke again. “Nah, just take your time.”
“You’re right.” Trevor walked around the lot behind the house. He felt oddly stiff that morning.
“About what?” Trevor had slept on the living room floor of his grandmother’s house. His mother slept on
“I did put too much sugar in this coffee.” the floor in Nanny’s room, in case she needed her. Twisting around to stretch his muscles,
“Well, no one’s perfect—not even you.” Trevor looked toward the sky. Still, not a cloud, but Trevor didn’t notice. It was Sunday
Travis was right. He always had a way of being right at the time Trevor needed morning and the rest of the world would be waking up to attend church.
him not to. Travis placed him arm around Trevor’s shoulder. They were never the type to The congregation would be informed that Eva Mae Sullivan had passed at 5:22
hug, but it seemed appropriate here. Their grandmother would have liked to have seen a.m. on Sunday, September 30 at her residence. They would be told that funeral
them like this services were incomplete at that time.
Trevor began to hum a hymn to himself:
On that bright and cloudless morning
Hitting the ground, Trevor swore. The fall hurt that badly. When he was a kid, When the dead in Christ shall rise.
he would have sprung back up in an instant And the glory of his resurrection share,
hispride injured far more so than his body. And so Trevor sat there on the ground for what The saints of Earth shall gather
seemed like forever—or at least five To their home beyond the sky
minutes. The late summer sun slowly fading toward the west. Not a cloud in the sky, but When the roll is called up yonder
he ground is still a bit wet from the I’ll be there.
[revious night’s rain. There’s probably a tear on his Abercrombie t-shirt—one that wasn’t If there would have been a way to have the church sing that song, Trevor
purposefully put there in the first place. would have made the request, but there were more important things to tend to.
That would have pissed him off three days ago. But today, when he finally has things in Instead, he sang the chorus a few time more to himself and felt warm knowing his
perspective, well, he couldn’t give a shit. grandmother would have thought it the sweetest melody in all Christianity.
Trevor laughed. He laughed for the first time in three days. Three days he’d rather forget. Feeling brave enough to face the truth, he walked back inside the house.
Three days he never thought would Finding his brother leaning against the dining room wall trying to negotiate the rotary
come. phone, he went searching for his mother.
Eva Mae Sullivan, age 72, sat in the cornflower blue recliner watching the “The coroner’ll be here in a few minutes,” she stammered. “If you want to make
evening news. She sat motionless, except for the rocking of the chair. Trevor rested on his a last goodbye, you need to do it now.”
knees next to her. With her hand placed on top of his, she surveyed his face. For the first time all morning, Trevor’s eyes met hers. “I already did.”
“You’ve lost weight,” she said. Trevor wanted to respond that she, too, had lost
weight, but that didn’t seem appropriate. He could hear the evening news commen-
tary coming from the television. It was an antique model, one might say, with a knob Trevor sat up, brushed the dirt from his jeans, collected himself and climbed on the fence
that changed the channel and no remote to be found. It was new enough to weigh in once more. He continued laughing a breathless laugh at the top of his lungs.
on the state of the world. Trevor couldn’t help but notice her glance shift from his face to The louder he laughed, the harder he ran. Blocking out the setting sun, blocking
the TV. out the pain, blocking out everything but the oak tree at the end of the fence
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row. He just needed to get there. He just needed to prove to himself that he
So, we show up at his friends house around 3 in the morning and there he his lying in
the middle of the kitchen covered in vomit. And the first thing he says is: “You think
I’VE been drinking? I’VE been drinking?
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“I didn’t even know there was alcohol in that stuff! He stole it from us, we’d had it for like They laughed.
5 years, now who in the world drinks Orange margaritas?” When I tried to get a real job
Where I didn’t have to wear shoes
And it was the first time she’d smiled all night. With motherfucking bells on them
My younger brother makes me feel cool to hang out with. I don’t know if he really knows They laughed
that. He’s four years younger and forty times cooler. He’s the type of person people really Since I’m apparently a fucking laugh riot,
like, he’s considerate and not condescending, charming and not fake, he can be funny Being a jester seemed the appropriate career choice.
as hell, but he rarely begs for it. I feel like I should be in his fan club, I love that kid so much. So, when people wanted to laugh at me,
It’s hour 7, 11 pm I get back from the bathroom and there’s a crowd outside of his room. I I made them laugh at me.
peer over relatives telling him how lucky he is. He looks annoyed, aggravated, ex- Tricked them into thinking that I was funny when I told jokes
hausted. His jaw is broken, he can’t speak. A brace keeps him staring at the ceiling and Not when I don’t
he’s holding back tears with dignity. I made jokes ‘cause that’s all I could do
I enter his peripheral vision. Now I can’t speak. His eyebrows raise his lip quivers and tears Now it’s all I can do
stream down his cheeks. The room grows silently awkward. I feel like everyone wants me Now my life’s on the line
to tell a joke. How can I be funny when I hurt this much? But I’ve been doing it all my life Now I’m performing for the worst crowd in the kingdom
so I say:
You look like shit man. You been hitting up that triple sec again? Your Eyes Roll More Than SUVs
The room lets out a sigh of relief and I feel like until now Matt’s been pinned underneath By Jonnie Ray Delta
that dash
He tries to smile… This is a poem for that time you told me you loved me…
And he looks ridiculous trying. So I farted.
This is a poem for all those times I’ve been too hurt and afraid of being branded your
The Jester’s Gesture sensitve guy
By Christopher Ellis Because nothing is worse than driving you home in complete silence knowing that the
next time you ask what is wrong
The King has called me in to make him laugh My only defense is turning up the volume so you don’t hear me cry my eyes out to “I like it
So, naturally, I’m a wreck. when you call me big papa.”
I’m a motherfucking carriage wreck. And when the song is over and you ask again, all I can say is
I forgot to check myself before I wrecked myself. “I don’t know, sometimes I really fuckin’ miss biggie”
Most people don’t lose their head I’m going to write you a poem as moving as a rich white family with black neighbors.
Over a joke or two Because for you I have love like no points in tennis
But if my joke’s no good You make me hole like Courtney Love, heroin, and guitars
I’ll lose my motherfuckin’ head When I say I miss you like an abbreviation for missisippi university
You follow? All that means is I wish you would call me on the phone and say
That shit’ll get chopped the fuck off Baby just flirt with me
Maybe I should use that in my routine It means this goofy ass mask is strapped so tight I can feel it’s hurting me
That’s not bad These feelings are begging to be bursting free
Do you want to hear my main joke? I know none of this façade is working
Me too! Please
I’m fucked. Allow me to open my heart and bleed
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God loves us. (sings) “God walks the dark hills, just to guide my
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eternity holds for me. God has granted me the His peace that passes all understanding.
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SAM. Well I’ve been sober for about ten years. I’m doing the twelve-step program. Henry Harris” embroidered over your heart. You wore a different green tie and
I’m on step ten. a new white shirt.
JAKE. Step ten? JAKE. You were there?
SAM. It’s where you track people down and say sorry. Anyone you’ve ever hurt SAM. Oh course I was there. I was proud of you...and proud of the fact that you
because of your addictions. I made a list and worked from the bottom to the finally changed your clothes.
top. I’ve been on step ten for about 8years. It’s a long list. JAKE. Why didn’t you—?
JAKE. Mom and Dad? SAM. What, come over and say ‘hi’?
SAM. Three and a half years ago. They appreciated the gesture, but as you can JAKE. Yeah?
tell, not much has changed. I don’t blame them—not at all. SAM. Because. I was only on step three. (long pause) Jake, there was never a
JAKE. So how many more are on your list? (not impressed, sighs deeply not looking moment when I quit being your sister. It was just—for a while—I didn’t think I
at her) Oh, I’m the top. deserved to be.
SAM. Hey, you’re the top—that’s a healthy way to put it. Ugh, this is exhausting. JAKE. Sam?
JAKE. Ok, so what now—- SAM. Jake, look, I just—I mean—I came here—what I have to say is —(long
SAM. I’m not here to make excuses for the things I did. pause)— I’m sorry—(exhales) I hope you know that was really really really
JAKE. Then why are you here? hard.
SAM. I’m trying to tell you what happened— JAKE. I know.
JAKE. Well, this should be good. SAM. Like really hard.
SAM. (shrugs) I’m your sister. JAKE. It’s going to take time, Sam.
JAKE. No! No, don’t do that. Don’t you dare play the family card. You don’t SAM. I know.
deserve— JAKE. Like a lot of time, but I suppose now as good a time as any to start.
SAM. I’m here, aren’t I? SAM. Looks like I’m just in time to not miss this moment in your life.
JAKE. Today. You’re here today, but what about all the birthdays, and gradua- JAKE. But you have to come over and at least say “hi” this time.
tions, and Christmases, and yesterday, Sam? What about yesterday, and SAM. ‘kay.
Saturday, and Wednesday and the last fifteen years?
SAM. Jake, I understand you’re angry. I deserve that, but if you’ll just listen—
JAKE. (starts losing it—laughs) No, Sam. You listen, ok? It’s your turn. You think
you’re the only one whose been dreaming up what to say for the last fifteen
years?
SAM. Ok, Jake. What do you want to say to me?
JAKE. (unflinching, simple) I hate you.
SAM. (calmly, building) Jake, you don’t hate me. You hate who I used to be. You
hate the me that was addicted to drugs, and alcohol, and sex. You hate the
me that was a professional screw-up and let-down artist. You hate the—
JAKE. You’re right, Sam. But guess what? Since you have been AWOL for all the
other seasons of your life, that’s the only you I know. The Sam I know took off
with my life savings in her pocket without so much as a goodbye. She left me
and everyone else in the world wondering if the next story on the news would
be an overdosed corpse of a teenage girl.
SAM. Jake, you have to believe me. I was scared and screwed up and I was
hurting.
JAKE. Screw you. You were not the victim in this!
SAM. I know that. That’s why I’m here. I’m trying—I’m telling the truth, I’ve
changed Jake. Please—
JAKE. Look, Sam,-this fairy tale ending of the reunion is a nice bedtime story, but
we’re both adults now and I feel like at this point in the game honesty is the
best policy.
SAM. I agree.
JAKE. Ok, then. I don’t know you and you don’t know me –brother and sister is only
a blood tie now, because you are a stranger to me.
JAKE. For crying out loud Sam, you weren’t even at my graduation. So spare me
your righteous twelve step rehabilitation group therapy “save me” crap. It’s
too late for that. It’s too late for you. It’s too late for me. And it’s definitely too
late for us. Just go and run away—you were always good at that.
SAM. You’re graduation gown from high school was blue.
JAKE. What?
SAM. It was blue. You wore a white shirt with a green tie. Your college gown was
maroon and you wore the same white shirt and the same green tie. I could
tell from the stain on the collar. Your white coat from med school had “Jacob
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MARK. Oh, and was that a blast.
LORI. And I had sing along with him as he danced on stage, dressed in a
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LORI. Is our old house enchanted? MARK. We’re going home.
MARK. No, it’s rented. So be quiet. LORI. No, I want to talk to Mom.
LORI. Right, I’ll talk softer. [In Lea’s voice]It’s super sweet here. MARK. You can’t!
MARK. Don’t do that voice. It’s creepy. LORI. Why not!
LORI. I want to suck your soul! And before you take off your shoe, please note, MARK. BECAUSE! YOU CAN ONLY TALK TO THEM AT MY APPARTMENT!
that, that is not the sole I was referring to. Oh, yeah! The lake! The lake! LORI. OH! WELL, FINE!
MARK. Whoa, Lori…not too close. Lori! Lori! Lori!
LORI. It’s fine. It’s fine. I can walk on water. SCENE 7: THE APPARTMENT.
MARK. Lori, I don’t think you want to talk about this shit now.
SCENE 5: AT THE APARTMENT LORI. You don’t know what I’m thinking, Mark.
LORI. Mark, who am I? “Blibliblibli.” MARK. I wish I did, Lori.
MARK. The Pope? LORI. Do you really, Mark? Well, fine: the backdrop is a picture of Dad
LORI. Good, for 2,000 dollars. Now? “Blibliblibli.” slumped over at his desk, bleeding on a suicide note and staring
MARK. Michael J. Fox? blankly towards a door that his 12 year old daughter was running
LORI. Ooh, I’m sorry. The correct answer was Mohamed Ali. I would’ve also through.
accepted Richard Pryor. MARK. Lori, you have to let Dad’s selfish decision go. People do stupid things…
MARK. Classy joke, sis. LORI. Oh, I’m over the suicide, Mark. After Mom left, I was used to the
LORI. [Looking to hell] I know, see you in a bit! Whoa look at this! [Flips book abandonment. No, what bugs me is the letter. The apology/suicide
around and moves it back and forth. The colored pages of actress note, the one addressed to you and not me. I guess it’s easy for you to
1’s book follow slightly behind to show “tracers”] forgive a guy who apologizes, but thinks my face reminds him of the
LORI. Mark, why did Dad do it? woman who ruined his life. Yeah, I read the letter. “Mark, I hope we
MARK. Lori, don’t. Trust me. can somehow stay in touch. Take care of your sister. Don’t let her ruin
LORI. I am sorry. I have to know. your life by ruining her own; those blondes will do that to you.”
MARK. No, you just think that you want to know because you’re tripping. MARK. You read it?
LORI. No, Mark. Tell me. Why’d he go? Mom left us, too. No, Mom left me. LORI. Yes, I found the body.
You’re lucky that you were Dad’s kid and I was Mom’s. MARK. I know. I hoped you hadn’t seen…
MARK. What are you talking about? LORI. Hey, no it’s great. And, who would’ve thought, you two still keep in
LORI. You know: Dad was your parent, and Mom was mine. So, that means touch… and I’m still creating voices to keep me company.
that you had a parent for 6 years longer than me. MARK. Lori, Dad was sick. Mom was too.
MARK. What? That makes no sense. And, quit talking in that voice – this is Lori LORI. Stop defending them, Mark! What are you afraid your picture of Dad
and Mark time, no Lea wanted. will get mad at you? Oh, or am I starting to ruin your life, by ruining my
LORI. I’m not being Lea, Mark. This is young Lori. own?
MARK. Well, how about we play with older Lori, now? MARK. Damn it, Lori. You don’t get it.
LORI. No, I want to see, Mom. If you can see Dad, then I will be able to see LORI. Get what? Parents? Nope, I sure didn’t.
Mom. But this is how I talked when she left, and if I talk normal, then MARK. Neither of us had parents. Mom was a junky, and Dad was a drunk.
how will Mom recognize me? Yes, after she left I was with him a lot, but it’s because I wanted him
MARK. Oh, Lori. stay alive long enough to get over her. I talked that gun out of his
LORI. I have her picture, too. Mark, get her to talk to us. Please? mouth 3 times. And every time he got a little better, you’d say some-
MARK. Lori, I don’t think she’ll talk. thing, he’d think of Mom and I’d have to sit with him until he threw up
LORI. What? But, Dad talks to you. or passed out.I don’t know why he couldn’t see Mom in you and be
MARK. Yeah, sort of. happy - that’s what I did. And I don’t know why he couldn’t.
LORI. So, what? Not only did your parent live longer, but also he talks to you LORI. Well, let’s ask him. Where’s your photo book?
after he’s dead? That’s not fair, Mark. MARK. What? No, let’s not.
MARK. Lori, Dad was your Dad, too. And Mom was my Mom, too. And they
both died, and that sucks. LORI. Why not? Oh, do you not really talk to Dad like you say? Is that just
LORI. F-you, Mark. I can’t believe you’re so blind. You remember how Dad some ploy to remind me of how much Dad loved you, and hated me?
didn’t ever hang out with me. Do you blame me for reminding him of Mom? Is that it?
MARK. No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. MARK. Fine, look at the picture.
LORI. Uh, okay… do you remember how Dad used to always take us to that LORI. It’s me.
crappy breakfast place after your soccer team, which he coached, MARK. Yes, because you are it. You are my inspiration. I look at your picture,
played a game? Lori? Lori! Lori?
MARK. Yeah.
LORI. He never took us after my games. SCENE 7: GOODBYE PAGE
MARK. You didn’t play soccer. MARK. Well, that’s the end. Thank you for reading about our life. It’s flattering
LORI. Because no one ever asked me if I wanted to, Mark. Because Mom to know that I am so fucked up that people pay to hear about it. I
had her dope, you had Dad, and Dad had you. And I made up appreciate all of the letters, and support. Lori also appreciates it.
voices for my dolls because I was so lonely. I was lonely, and you were Doctors have told me that she is doing better, but full recovery has
captain of the soccer team. been a few months away for the last 5 years and until full recovery its
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best if I stay away. I hope this has opened up a gateway to the
answers you’re looking for. In honor of Lori, please, be careful of your
third eye, if you look to deep it’s very hard to close.
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