The Sky Between You and Me

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by Catherine Alene


  Asia races up from behind

  Catches me around the shoulders

  In a hug

  Half tackle

  Nearly knocking me down

  As I step out of class

  And into the hallway

  “She’s getting a truck donated! A truck!”

  I don’t know what she’s talking about

  All I feel is annoyed

  As my graph paper slips out of my binder

  And fans

  Across the floor

  Cody is right behind me

  Kneeling down

  To gather my papers

  While I extricate myself from Asia’s

  Half nelson hug

  Asia, stop! What are you even talking about?

  “Kierra’s dad is going to donate a truck!”

  To—

  “To us!”

  Cody stands

  Hands me the haystack of paper

  “Are you serious? A new truck?”

  “No, a junker,” Asia teases. Too excited to be truly frustrated. “Yes! A new truck!”

  I’m not getting it

  For the team?

  “Yes!”

  Asia gives up on us

  Cody

  The diesel engine connoisseur turned skeptic

  And me

  Just out of the loop

  Neither showing nearly enough enthusiasm

  Turning instead to Micah

  Walking down the hall toward us

  “Micah! You don’t have to ask for donations for the auction anymore!”

  I can tell by his smile that Micah doesn’t even care why

  “Kierra’s dad is donating a truck! A new truck!”

  Micah looks at Cody and me

  The arch in his eyebrow

  Shows he’s wondering

  If this is a joke

  “How did that happen?” he asks.

  “Her dad owns a dealership in Nebraska. It will be a huge tax write-off for him.”

  I can’t help wondering when Kierra’s dad

  Suddenly appeared

  What with her living with her grandma

  And him

  Not even in

  The same state

  “So instead of candy bars and car washes—” Cody begins.

  “Or a silent auction—” Micah chimes in.

  “We’re going to sell raffle tickets for a truck!”

  “Are we even going to have a dinner then?” I ask.

  Wondering who can do that

  Give away

  A truck

  “Yes. Instead of a silent auction, we’ll announce the winner at the dinner,” Asia says.

  “I guess you’ll have to return all those items you’ve gotten donated, Micah,” Cody says.

  “I would have gotten more if I’d had any help,” he says.

  Cody traces the path of an imaginary tear down his cheek

  “Did you even get any?” Asia asks.

  “No, but—”

  “Whatever. It doesn’t matter!” Asia says. “I have to go find Mr. Bradford. Kierra and I are meeting up with him to conference call her dad in about five minutes. We have to figure out how to do all the paperwork for such a huge donation!”

  Asia throws in a few skips and a twirl

  As she disappears into the after-school throng

  Leaving me

  Without a ride home

  “Do you care if we drop off Micah first?” Cody asks.

  “I’ve got little-sister babysitting duty,” Micah explains.

  Since I’ll be occupying the middle of the bench seat

  In Cody’s truck

  Sure. I don’t mind, I say,

  And fall into step with Cody and Micah

  “I hope it’s a nice truck,” Cody says.

  “If it’s new it doesn’t matter.”

  “True. Even if it’s a base model—”

  I know this is only the beginning

  Of the truck talk

  That won’t end

  Until we drop Micah off

  Not that I mind

  It just would have been nice—

  I mean

  I could have helped

  Figure out the paperwork

  If Asia

  Had asked

  Almost

  Look at our legs

  Our arms

  Pushing cotton shirtsleeves to our shoulders

  Hiking up our shorts

  To show off our suntans

  At least that’s what we called them

  Loving the way the dust

  Coated us brown

  After it settled on our skin

  Pounded out of the earth by our horses’ hooves

  Loping after the cattle we knew better than to chase

  But did

  Asia always gave up first

  Went in easier

  For a bath to wash off her tan

  My mom let it slide

  Holding back the laughter

  Gathering behind her lips

  Shut tight in a smile

  Enchanted by my grade-school vanity

  Letting me slip between my sheets

  Swooned into sleep by the smell

  The feel

  Of the dust and the sky against my skin

  Maybe that’s what fills me up

  The dust and the sky

  Wrapping around my shoulders

  Even after the day I’ve had

  As I walk around the arena

  Fancy right behind

  Long way back to the trailer

  Fancy’s breath on the back of my hand

  Coming softer now

  Walking the sweat that darkened her neck and chest

  Dripped from beneath her saddle pad

  Dry

  Watching Asia make her last run

  Yelling her luck

  As she and Scuba trace the cloverleaf round

  Knowing before the electric eye blinks

  That it’s hers

  Best time of the night

  I need to find Cody

  But for now

  I want to savor this

  Moment

  When everything feels so right

  I can almost believe

  I’m enough

  Just as I

  Am

  A Moment Too Long

  When people ask me what my favorite color is

  I say green

  Because I don’t know what to call it

  This color the sky turns

  When the sun and moon meet

  One setting

  The other rising

  Winking at each other through the indigo touched with gold

  It only lasts a moment

  The sky looking this way

  I know I should go

  Keep walking

  To the other end of the arena

  Where Cody’s waiting

  But it will only be a moment

  So I climb onto the fence

  Green metal panels hinge-pinned together

  Forming the catacomb of pens off to the side of the arena

  To inhale the sky

  This color

  Before it’s swallowed by the black

  Dragged in by the moon

  I am at peace

  I can see him from here

  In the space between the trucks and trailers

  With eight

  Maybe nine

  Other ropers

  Winding and tossing loops

  At the hay bale st
eer

  So busy laughing at their ropes

  Coming to rest around

  Bouncing off

  The bovine mannequin’s plastic head

  They don’t notice it

  The color of the sky

  It’s sad

  Them not noticing

  I wonder if I should show Cody

  Come up behind him

  Wrap my arms around his waist

  Lift his eyes to the sky with the words I breathe into his ear

  I should show him

  Before it’s too late

  Before the magic is gone

  That suddenly doesn’t matter

  Because all I can see is Kierra

  Come out from behind his truck

  Climb onto the side of the bed

  To sit with her legs dangling

  Heels hooked on the wheel well

  Of Cody’s truck

  She’s not looking at the sky

  Or the hay bale steer

  Head anatomically correct

  Except for the plastic smile

  Just at Cody

  Standing with his back to her

  Close enough for her to swipe his ball cap

  Off his head

  He spins on his heels

  Grabbing at the hat

  She’s flagging through the air

  Laughing so wild

  So hard

  That she falls

  Off the edge of the bed

  Into

  Onto

  Him

  Not letting go

  Of his shoulders

  Neither of them pushing out of the leaning

  That’s pressing them together

  So close he notices a smudge

  An eyelash

  On her cheek

  Wiping it off with his thumb

  The ocean filling my ears

  Roars

  With waves

  The water

  Rushing in so fast it’s hard to see

  To understand

  Why

  He didn’t push away

  Out of the arms around his shoulders

  Cody

  My Cody

  Who I suddenly don’t know

  If I Were

  If I was the kind of girlfriend to get angry

  Or jealous

  This would bother me

  But since I’m not

  It doesn’t

  Because technically it’s Mrs. Morrison

  Who sent them to the library together

  Paired for a health project

  That doesn’t really matter

  Even if he does it with her

  Instead of with me

  Because it’s Mrs. Morrison’s idea that they be a pair

  Mrs. Morrison who sent them off to the library to pick up the books

  For their project

  That doesn’t include me

  not that I care

  because I’m not the kind of girlfriend who gets jealous

  wastes energy getting mad over decisions that have

  nothing to do with me

  Even after what I saw

  Last

  Night

  But the thing is

  Mrs. Morrison sent me to the office after they left

  To pick up copies

  Technically I could go

  Should go

  Have gone directly to the office

  Rather than through the hallway

  That bisects our school

  Library on one side

  Computer lab on the other

  But I don’t

  Which is why I’m here now

  In the doorway of the library

  Where Cody and Kierra sit

  At a round table in the middle of the library

  With a book spread open between them

  when they could each be using their own

  Sitting side by side, talking and laughing

  when they should be sitting across from each other

  Kierra looks over her shoulder

  Stalker

  Stalker

  Caught

  Acknowledges me with a smile

  As she drapes her arm

  Around the back

  Of Cody’s chair

  Before she turns away

  From me

  Sliding her attention across the table

  Back to him

  Cody

  My Cody

  Laughing and talking

  With her

  Not even seeing me

  Standing

  Here

  I Know What I Saw

  I didn’t say anything

  But as irrational as I know this is

  I feel like he should know

  Sense

  That I saw them

  More specifically

  Saw Kierra

  With her arm

  Around him

  I know I’m being crazy

  Because if I would have asked Cody

  Would have mentioned that I saw them

  First, last night

  And then today

  Sitting like that

  If I could have heard that the laughing and the library were nothing

  That he hadn’t even noticed her arm

  Around the back of his chair

  Then I would probably be

  All right

  But the thing is

  I don’t trust myself

  To bring it up

  Because lately

  Jagged words

  Fly

  Out of my mouth

  Before I can stop

  Them

  Which is why I’m sitting here

  At the lunch table

  Next to him

  Staring at the brown paper bag

  Holding a sandwich

  I’m not going to eat

  Leaner

  Lighter

  Faster

  Minus five

  “Does your dad still need my help tonight, Rae?” Cody asks

  Reminding me that they were going to fix something

  On the engine of the tractor

  That broke down

  With a round bale balanced on the implement

  Halfway to the feeder

  The other night

  I’m guessing so. The tractor’s still out in the middle of the pasture.

  “What are you doing to it?” Micah asks.

  Cody pops his milk carton open

  As he launches into a conversation

  About diesel engines

  That I wish I cared

  About

  Reassuring myself that he will be

  At my house

  Not hers

  Tonight

  Working with my dad

  I scan the cafeteria for Asia

  Wanting her here

  Even though I know she’ll notice

  My lunch

  Still in the sack

  I just want to run it by her

  Before I bring it up with him

  The arm

  Around him

  The chair?

  Not to mention

  The smile

  But I’m not seeing her

  Wondering where Asia could be

  Micah—

  Hearing how rude I am

  As I interrupt

  Do you know where—

  Cody elbows me

  Accidentally


  As he lifts his hand

  returns her wave from across the cafeteria

  Which smells like the tomato sauce

  That should have gone on the spaghetti

  Until it burned hard

  Which is why everyone has crammed into the line

  Where she is standing

  Waiting for the pizza they are serving instead

  She waves

  I elbow Cody back

  On purpose

  On accident?

  As I slam away from the lunch table

  Leaving Cody openmouthed

  His eyes asking why

  I’m being so crazy

  Again

  Just Tell Him

  Asia’s family can’t possibly eat at this table

  Clean laundry is stacked into towers

  That never seem to end

  Asia pushes a pile of shirts to the side

  Sets down her cup of cocoa

  “It’s not a big deal. Not unless you make it into one. Just tell him you’re sorry. Call him.”

  This comes after

  Me crying

  Her listening

  About how angry I’d gotten in the cafeteria

  Wondering if Cody could ever

  Forgive me

  For forgetting I’m not the kind of girlfriend to get angry or jealous

  Asia promising he would

  Because that’s what best friends do

  Even when they don’t really

  Know

  Can’t help but

  Feel

  Confused about it all

  We both know that Cody

  The guy who found a hundred-dollar bill

  On the floor

  Of the movie theater

  And turned it in to the manager

  Last month

  Doesn’t have it in him

  To cheat

  On me

  Blue and Cow sit on either side of me

  Canine bookends

  Resting their chins on my legs

  Stepping away to make room for Alexi

  Back from feeding

  her horse—

  her goats—

  and her seven lop-eared rabbits

  Monday through Sunday

  one named for each day of the week

  To crawl into my lap

  Still wearing her coveralls and black rubber barn boots

  Plucking a dryer sheet out of the stack of laundry to wipe away my tears

  Suggesting that cookies always made her feel better

  Especially the ones with M&M’s in them

  “Blow,” she’d instructed.

  Holding the dryer sheet to my nose

  Not understanding why anyone would be embarrassed about being sad

  Just glad that Asia and I were laughing again

  So we followed Alexi’s lead

  Singing “Happy Birthday to You” three times while soaping our hands

  Just like her teacher had taught her

 

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