11/24/10

saved

the pumpkin pie is baking and i forget for a moment about reality. it smells good, pure, wholesome. the pumpkin we grew together this summer out on the boulevard. the pumpkins that made people stop, look. we took such delight in watching them out our picture-perfect window. we giggled as they stood to contemplate the orange orbs. had they never seen a pumpkin before? then usually their dog took a big crap or dug up some of my plants. damn dogs. anyway, where was i? oh yes, the pie.

it smells amazing. what if you knew you would not live to eat another pumpkin pie from scratch? i know that her time isn't long. she has the breathing of a fish out of water as her lungs fill with fluid. she won't last through the night. thanksgiving without your mother. how will that feel? i guess a lot like it feels now.

this will be the 4th to die in one week. sometimes i can't stand it. sometimes i curse cancer and go out to the prairie and scream. sometimes it's just too much. the 84 year old saving her tears in a film canister. her husband of 63 years. gone. the tears of a 7 year old hit the quilt on her parents (scratch that, father's) bed. her tiny tears make the sound of a thousand fire hydrants exploding.

i wonder if i need to be saved. where will i go when i die? last week i listened to the story of his salvation. "she saved me" he said. "she showed me how to love Jesus." his wife, less than 90 pounds lay beside him in the double bed they have shared for 57 years. the morning sun comes through the lace curtains. the wallpaper peeling. the smell of the dog. damn dog. it tries to lick my hands. i wish i could push it away, but i am trying to be polite. he sobs over her withering body. they kiss and cry in eachothers arms. i feel like i should look away. but i am hoping they can save me.

but they can't. it's up to me. it's always only been up to me. i guess i still don't know what the hell i'm doing. each day i am getting a little closer to figuring it out. i just hope i die with poetry in my head and love in my heart. and perhaps some good pie in my belly......

4 comments:

Natalie Ellen Eamonn said...

again you bring me to a deep silence. I think you have the answers, you don't need to be saved or I guess who am I to judge that.. just seems you have the asnwers...live life with an open and honest heart....i love the love you remind me to carry on my sleeve

Anne said...

it's okay amanda. you have poetry in your head and love in your heart. and you are honest. getting honester (not a word i know but it fits) by the second. i read this quote every morning when i wake up (and read it after a good afternoon nap) "love the life you live" so simple but reminds me of the truth.

keo boun pheng said...

i said i would remember our conversation on my couch, when i read this .... but now all i remember is the fact that i said i would -- because as heavy as your words are there is abundant evidence of life being lived. good, bad. beautiful, ugly. full, empty. long, short. it is all there. --- i can't feel the weight you hold, but i see the way you live and do declare you are overflowing with lightness.

amanda jane said...

tia, thank you for telling me you see the light. because what you said on your couch was, "this time of year, your posts get really dark." and i had to laugh as i thought of you reading this post. but i am glad i didn't suck you into a deep, dark vortex.