by Kirsty Logan
Embark upon these twenty short, scrumptious flights of fancy from the unmistakable pen of Scott Prize-winning author Kirsty Logan, and you will be astounded, titillated, disturbed, amused, heartbroken, and above all, astonished.
“Logan crafts an exquisitely wrought diorama full of tenderly compelling characters; observations about grief, worship, social order, and human nature, and a love that transcends definition.”
– NPR on Logan's debut novel The Gracekeepers
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AS THE STITCHES STRETCH wider I see flesh behind them: shiny, pink, seashell-ridged. I go to the doctors with my swollen belly held in my hands, shoes slipping against the rain-wet pavements. They peer inside me with long thin torches and bring out bigger needles. The stitches start thick as prison bars, but as they stretch they thin to string.
Undressing for the shower, I catch fleeting scents of damp earth from my discarded clothes. It must be from the half-open window, from the rain-wet garden; not from me. A split in my body would surely smell of nothing but my own self.
I am overripe fruit.
I am shifting tectonic plates.
My flesh cannot be trusted.
I go back to the doctors for more stitches and more assurances: he is tight, he is good, there will be no escape. I fear asking them to take him out, not ready to hear 'no'. I start to doubt that he wants to come out. Maybe he just wants me to know he is there.
But oh, I know. I know when he grumbles through my sleep, when his nails scratch my flesh, when he reaches his fists through the stitches to grab food out of my hand. Even though the thinner I get, the smaller his prison shrinks; still he grabs, still he throws. The stitches tighten across his flesh, and I see the marks they leave: red lines across his shins and arms, like string around a roasting chicken.
My skin cannot stretch any more, so he grows upwards into my body. I feel his elbows against my spleen, his toes tangling among my intestines, his eyelashes tickling the inside of my collarbones. My heart still thumps and my lungs still inflate, but space is getting tight.
I sit in my kitchen in a patch of sun and feel my vertebrae against the wooden chair. If I stay silent, maybe he will forget I am there. Maybe I will forget too.
Sometimes I think about snipping the stitches – pop, pop, pop, easy as exhaling. He'd tumble right out, my liver clutched in one bulging fist, my heart still pumping between his teeth. He would choke on me as I turned inside out for him. Just a few snips, and he would be out of me forever.
I sit on my chair, and I stare at the food he will not let me eat, and I feel my bones pressing harder. I hold the scissors tight in my fist.
The Highwayman Teaches Me About Sex and Death
YOU'VE FINISHED? SAYS THE teacher. Good girl, read a book. Graze-kneed and rain-blown, in the library I am queen of all the soldiers and genies and foxes and chocolatiers. Cross-legged among my courtiers I empty shelves, make a house out of stacks, spines rainbowing. I open the first of my subjects: a poem-story of a highwayman, the landlord's daughter, and her love. I turn pages and the pictures breathe:
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
hooves moon dark latch eyes coins rope traps
Bess the landlord's daughter, the landlord's blackeyed daughter
gun breasts dress shame shouts blood blood blood
I rise slowly – a flower opening – with the book held holy as a veil. Behind me, stacks of children's stories left as cairns.
about the author
KIRSTY LOGAN is a fiction writer, literary magazine editor, and book reviewer. Her fiction and poetry has been published in over 80 anthologies and literary magazines, and broadcast on BBC Radio 4. She is the author of two story collections, A Portable Shelter and The Rental Heart & Other Fairytales (winner of the 2013 Scott Prize for Short Stories), and a novel, The Gracekeepers. She lives in Glasgow, and has a semicolon tattooed on her toe. Say hello at kirstylogan.com.
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