Ken Baumann - Say, Cut, Map

He cut off his hand. She couldnt face him.

Look at me.

His lung collapsed when he was nine, but this was unlike that. He was wrapped. Nipping blood.

You dont understand.

They dropped him off four hours prior, quarter to sunset. He limped before. A bit of bandage came undone and flickered as he walked. He got closer.

Please touch me.

An old man crept out of a houses shadow and went to support him. He nearly missed the mans skin. His eyes caught some portion of neighboring light. Alarm flowed back down into his hand or where was it. Someone kicked him out of the truck.

Oh my god.

She grabbed him from behind as he fell, and they slowed down. The bandage was a clean dome. Mounted with moss the color of the backs of ants. He tried to sleep. She left him on the ground.

You realize you have one choice.

The voice was thicker. The syrup. They cooked it over campfires, ladled it with hammered spoons. Hed seen pigs blood. Before he held his hand in his other. She kept teasing, about his knees. In bed. Waterfalls had become candid. Blossoms of flowers had to be kept. She smiled. He picked up his eyes and they trailed out. The black face was in front of him and widening. Hold still.

Do you want kids?

The dirt was more a baked clay. The whole place a kiln. He told her how hardened he felt. He accrued more of the local heat. She questioned his grammar. He called out on the walkie, no response. She was vacant. The space between the rolls of wrap at the base of his wrist. New wrist.

Come here for a sec.

They were still breathing. He held her hand out, above water. The funding was part of the program, that was it. She hated finales. Drinking it was a sudden warm flu. Practically married.

You have to go with me.

It wasnt going to work. The boys near the beginning of the dirt road had always watched him, then. They promised. She could change her plans. As his tongue went numb, he could feel a subtle blanket of future events come to settle, in waves. She was wary. Dont be.

Im fine.

The truck was preloaded with gas cans and firearms. It was sort of ambient, he told his mother. He didnt feel like it was his choice. They called him out. He looked down out of his right eye. The community was strong. The vegetation. He watched a man in the blue vest scrub his hands until they popped pink. Its okay to feel this way.

Wake up.

It had cost a fortune. They piled the red earth in their hands and threw it on his face. Theres no witchcraft. Holding a piece for me. Stay here, in broken English. He held him as they walked, and he could feel the bones of his hands. The knife was dull. Pockmarked.

No more.

Not much more than straw. Light held itself in squares. He could leave, sure. But he loved her, and why would he want to?

Details kept piling up. He was buried there a long time ago. We tried. Close to a year. It hurts when it misses. She said he was all grin. Thats what was beautiful about it. Cant stay here, either.

Im trying to get through.

He woke up to orange. The plane was almost empty. Perforated itineraries. Its okay, she said. He woke up on time.

Hold on.

He took inventory. It got routine. Connect here, okay. So we have to be careful. Shes showing. It hurts too much. Three of them and they wrapped it carefully. It was expected of him. Repeating it, report after report. His face, not much larger than a postage stamp. Media coverage. Only if you want it. I feel like, no, I know. The first beer. Seconds later, he felt faint.

He survived.

Mornings and in between meals. Blood everywhere. You have to kick. I have to admit that these things feel alien.

No.

Check here, here, here. She sent him reminders throughout the day. They were sure of it. She started to quit. They laid her out, two hands on each side to hold her down. Covered in soil. The quakes were mild, so they stayed. I held you. Fourteen inches of rain. Unlike anything, unlike any miracle. Its a huge game. She hushed him. Fearing escape, they tied him down with barbed wire. Such a huge accomplishment. Congratulations, son. He talked into the phone. He even sang.

They drove out to the field. They found a map. They pulled up next to the barn and stared. Rolling plateaus. Why not show that love every day?

Im turning the light off now.

He was bruised. He did it to himself, she said. They found the empty collar in the kitchen. He bent down, not likely to replace them, not wanting to swipe the flowers away. They heard about it. Torrential downpour. Theres only one right way. He could feel the face out there, swinging in wide arcs. I dont think it tastes bad.

Would you like some water, sir?

He could keep them going, he felt. Change himself enough each day to keep her curious. If nothing else, you have a souvenir. White boy. Trial and error. The most monotone vocal patterns in the world. He closed his eyes and knew he was seeing her, as the car rode through the holes, and trying to feel what she felt. There were ten paths. He wrote that down. Its called service.

What channel is this?

They had heard a report. Youre on a plane first thing in the morning. I have to tell you. They lost their baby names. She could keep a secret. So they left, and kept walking in two directions. Id pay her if she was anything but a psychic. He kept his hands up. They removed his shirt. He never saw it again. Clarified.

Its on principle.

A long dry laugh. It caught in her throat. They had met that way. He jumped off the truck and smiled as he leveled the first body with the knife. It cant be done. Thats what they say, right? She said shed meet him at five. I cant give you an answer. We can know that. The sex.

Do you feel this?

He looked at it. Time became familiar, couldnt be banished. So Ill come with you. At first it seemed clear, the liquid. Little pools all over the floor. Charcoal-gray leaking from the ceilings. They could buy a purifier or build a well. Find an angel. I found it. They knew him in the village and in all the villages he had seen.

Im so sorry.

It was a long time ago. His mother called him past midnight. She was crying. He touched her for the first time. I can feel you. They werent going to let that stop them. The babies looked sunk. Smoke spotted. You can listen. Here. He walked down the center of the road avoiding touching it. It was a weird gyre. Unmarked.

White torture.

The vaccinations and inoculations alone. She said well keep him, like a dog. They had to forage. It was going to take awhile.

Please hold.

He felt sick. The notebook wouldnt open. It looked like she was leaking. His abdomen was swollen. It looked pregnant with force. He took the pills. She took her pills. They kissed. Nearing the edge, he backed off. Are there any snakes here? They laughed.

Come for me.

They could be near each other without sensing it. She had this thing on her finger. He swatted at it. That was the plan. He took the tick off and set it in the grass. He drowned, sweetie. He couldnt ask.

Drink.

How would he hold her hand? So forget it. Late winter. He pressed the break and nothing. A soft reduction. He had to sign. She sang to both of them until the sun rose, and even still it was hurting.

Come in, come in. He grabbed their hands. They had been black outside. The table was stained with unfamiliar rust. We cant be sure, he tells us. I love you. She put her fingers through his. They had to meet. There was a deal in place. Mines north, west, southeast. He had a talk with the pastor. Please come in.

Only you can help us prevent it.

And there it was. He knew it was all they needed to disengage, pack, leave. She kept assigning medicine. As if they were carrying something prone to die. Humongous streaks of fire. Tear stains. He woke up to that sound every morning. It was only then.