The Corral (North St. Paul, Minnesota; 1952)
I stood there against the fence, within the corral, sunbeams brushing across my face, yellow hay soaking into the drying up mud from the rain yesterday; listening to voices of the people around Dan, and Dan the horse; another horse I don’t know his name, whom was by Dan, were restless or so it seemed; I was listening, watching and not thinking about anything at all even when I heard Dan stomping in the mud like a mad mule, I stood there with my eyes closed for a moment I think they were closed, I seemed to be drifting a bit, I was scared a ting, he was hissing People trying to hold him, someone trying to mount him, kids and people all about; he’s being resistant. Now he’s kicking, I opened my eyes Are you hurt (said a voice)?
Tears pouring down my face
I didn’t make a sound
Tears pouring down my face
I felt a kick into my ribs
Dan must have kicked me, hard to breathe
I felt a kick, a kick, a kick—yes a kick
I didn’t think Dan would have
Janet held me close to her
He’s just five-year old, Dan
What’s the matter with you!
She grabbed his harness
Slapped his face
Quiet now quiet down
I know Dan wouldn’t I know that
She held onto me, I wanted to cry
I wanted to say let me go
Dan
She held him back, pushed his face
Grabbed me from under his legs
How’d I get there?
I was there
Her face was saying, he could
He could strike out again
Her face was saying that
She took my hand and rubbed it
Against his neck—
My ribs hurt
Then she noticed a bee sting
She said so,
Look at the bee sting
Then she noticed me, she smiled
Along the rim of the saddle
Almost between the saddle
My ribs hurt
She noticed that now
There was the a dead bee
He must had hit him with his tail
Tried to kill the bee, jumping
Now say his name
She told me
My little heart started beating fast
Accelerating
Say it again
I said it three times
I heard a bird
It seemed to mellow me out
I wanted to cry, I sniffled
And tears came out of my eyes
My head seemed numb
Up, out of a—of a; we walked
To the house
(The boarding farm, l952 it was)
That evening in my bunk bed, my blood surged steadily against my ribs (I can feel it now as I write this).
I kept on thinking for a long time: why did Dan kick me, he didn’t see me I think; I think he’s always been my friend. I feed him almost every day. That’s what I said to myself. I now could hear Janet and the other kids downstairs,
“Quiet,” she said to the kids…I was thought to be sleeping.
I tried to see my bruised ribs, but my neck hurt trying to bend it along with my twisting over to see the backside of the upper part of the rib area.
“Has it stopped?” Janet asked.
She startled me in the dark, I was thinking of Dan, and here she came into the bedroom; I jumped, and my ribs hurt when I jumped.
”Yes, it almost stopped, I think.” So I said.
She put a cool rag on it, against it, told me to hold it
“Damn, if it will not leave a big burse, your mother will see it and I got a lot of explaining to do.”
I heard a phone ring downstairs, Janet turned to hear if it was for her, the voice said, and “Kiddy Corner— she’s busy right now, can she call you back…?” then I heard the phone receiver heavily put back into place.
My face felt cold, in the warm summer night, it was dark in the bedroom. I got thinking about how I’d feed Dan tomorrow, if Janet let me.
Later on that night Janet come back up stairs, to my bedroom with a piece of beef and put it against my swollen rib side, tied it kind of with some gauze-tape.
“You’ll need this for tonight, beef will take the swelling down, it’ll help,” she said, with an unsure smile on her face now. I wanted to feed Dan tomorrow, I wanted to ask her if I could, I mean, I normally I could, did this stop things now.
I think my mother’s coming tomorrow, I said to myself, it’s going to be the weekend, and she comes to pick me and Mike up on the weekends, after work from Swifts (the meat packing planet in South St. Paul). Tomorrow is not too far off. I’ll feed Dan and mom will be here about 5:30 PM, and she’ll take us to stay at Grandpa’s; we’re going to move in there for good, soon. I think I’ve been here for a very long time.
I was there for three and a half years, on the boarding farm, and just after I opened up my eyes after Janet went downstairs, I opened up the curtain to see the back area of the farm, where Dan slept. When they told me to stand by the fence pole, and everyone was busy trying to steady Dan, I must had walked to him, no one seeing me, out to him, wanting to ride him, we were all going to ride him, not sure when my turn was, but that is when he kicked me…it was twilight now, ‘I feel fine,’ I told myself, looking out the window; the gable not allowing me to see right above the house, a more extended view. The cow in the neighbors pasture was still out, ‘I wonder when he’ll have to go to sleep?’ I asked myself.
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