The Chicka Sisterhood

{May 24, 2008}   Eye.

The second time she was reborn, she was picked up by a cone-shaped cloud, flown fifteen miles, and deposited squarely in the center of a cattle pasture. It was a geometric, mystical experience that smelled of cow shit and dust and left her with a crude, rhombus-shaped scar on the side of her face.

But that was just the second time.

The first time she was reborn, medical machines were disconnected, and the breathing tube was taken from her throat, and she was allowed to float to the surface of some sort of anesthetic. She joked. She laughed. And then she felt bile coming from the pit of her stomach, and she screamed. She had needles poking into her veins every few hours for a few days, and then she was released back into the wild. She was a lab rat, holding a duffel bag in her lap, and being pushed in a wheelchair into the middle of downtown Cleveland. Naked and nameless.

Either way, she’s around now.

The funny thing about tornadoes is that they strip you of everything but your dignity. That is, they strip you of everything but your dignity unless you’re a trailer-park dweller in the middle of Kansas or Oklahoma or Nebraska, and then you, your dirty children and your food stamps will show up clearly on the evening news so all of Middle America can inspect the wreckage and the brunette roots sprouting from your bleached blond head. Everyone else might agonize, in private, over an impending storm, and then they lock themselves in bathrooms or closets with mattresses over their heads. And when it all passes, they might even feel a sick sort of adrenaline-laced pride from surviving.

Her? She never felt that pride the first time she was reborn. The second time, though–well, the second time always changes everyone.


redsaid says:

I’m soooo grateful for Sassypants Sarah and her comments box. Because just when I think I’ve ‘lost’ you forever, I pick up your trail again!

I’d recognise this awesome writing anywhere, though. I’ve promptly added you to my feeds, because I’ve poked around a bit and really love the rest of the chickas in the sistahood too!

Love from South Africa.

Awww, Red! Yeah, I have a problem with keeping up with blogs. Perhaps one day I’ll start one and keep at it. ❤

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