she had asked, her voice pale. Sometimes, he had said, searching for a channel. Michael repeats the word, sometimes. Trails behind Jessica and Daniel who are leaning into each other in argumentative whispers. Picks at his bandages like they’re bug bites. Deep lacerations, this time. Red in the gauze. Reduced flexion and the deadening of surrounding somatosensory receptors. Jessica falls back from Daniel, drawing Michael’s right arm gently into hers. Gotta hurry or we won’t get a good spot, she says, barely touching him. The three embed themselves on Broadway to the right of a family with matching turkey hats, a couple and two kids, all construction paper and googly eyes, holding hands, the younger kid’s cowlick poking up full force from beneath. His family expects things that his low eye line will not catch. Face callow and sad, teeth chattering but trying to hide it, knuckles white clasped on three fingers of his father. The way children hold on. Here they come, the father says. And they do. One after another in procession, meticulously planned, thematically presented. First
a turkey, gaping eyes nightmarish, shiny industrial plastic feathers. Cranium creaking from side to side, gobble immobile, pointy tongue extending and retracting, stabbing the cool air. There are tired faces seated on the thing’s rounded back, on a bench formed for the purpose. Large smiles. Pilgrim costumes, exaggerated buckles and bonnets. Hands wave from side to side, closed fingers, regal. Like horse tails swatting flies. Can you believe this goliath, Daniel says. Must’ve cost millions. Engineered by someone, who at some Sally Lin point sat down with paper and made orders to companies and revised specifications and just committed months of their time. Months. They probably sat down with their loved ones and said There Is A Turkey To Be Built and No I Cannot Eat Dinner Right Now because of I have enormous mechanical goals. Michael remembers having been so stoned in his garage that he was counting heartbeats, bored among taped boxes and old clothes, finding the power drill and taking half an hour to place the core bit, getting it in good and (continued on page 12) 11
Steps Magazine's second Fall semester issue.