Caleb’s Wall

Wisp wraps her arms around herself and jumps all jittery saying one day, like Tammy, we’re gonna be partying with the gods, or like gods, or something like that.  Partying with gods is straight outta Wall’s mouth, not Wisp’s trap.  She don’t really know and neither do I.  She so sure because she says that it’s the kind with a capital ‘g,’ again outta Wall’s mouth.  My grandma used to say that no one supposed to use the capital ‘g’ ‘cause it’s sacrilegious and God-fearin’ people don’t shine to that sort of thing.  Grandma’s dead now, so I guess she knows the truth, but I’m not so sure.  And Wall, he says all that God stuff my family taught me is wrong, and we are chosen for greater things.

            It’s clear he knows something because this is a lot better than when we were living out of the dumpsters and under the highway, but still, that knife looks sharp and I’m not so sure I want to ever hold it.

            Wisp says Caleb’s touch is electric and that he talks to the gods now, and that when she touches him she feels the tingling up her arm and all the things in the world seem right.  Still, I got my doubts about taking a knife in me that feels like ecstasy, havin’ been cut before.  I’ve taken my share of E and it ain’t a knife.  Caleb says we are the chosen, Wisp says the chosen must really feel heaven if Caleb’s touch is electric, but Wisp ain’t been up to the upper room like I’ve been. That’s definitely not heaven.  It’s… horrible. But I wish I’d finally feel some of that electric stuff she’s selling, especially if someone is trying to peddle me a magic knife.

            In the upper room, before Caleb’s private ceremony, Wall don’t like my questions and slapped me when I said I’d ask Caleb a thing or two when he comes next.  Wall says that true believers don’t ask questions just like they don’t feel the knife in the cool temporary grip of death, but an ecstatic surge of pleasure as they leave this coil behind, his words.  This coil.  I think I like this coil a lot and don’t see any need to rush my godhood along.

            Before Tammy left for some partying with the gods, she said she’s send me a sign, but I wish we’d been more specific about what kind of sign a young goddess can send ‘cause she’s at the bottom of the god pile up there probably doing horrible work in the upper room like me.  Still, though Wisp is sure about all this, I’m still looking for that sign.