Mercy Duck Benson every day lined us up out on the gravel recess yard. He stood so close you could smell, as your turn came, the grease and cinnamon on his breath. Duck laced his fingers with yours, he counted down. The object of his game was to break your wrists. To turn and wrench until you cried, “Mercy.” And we all of us did. Some only turning red. Others fighting back tears. A few falling to their knees. “Mercy,” we begged of the twitchy, dirty-jeaned deity who was Duck Benson. “Mercy, mercy!” Three years older but still in our same grade, Duck was missing his left thumb. A barb-wire scar laddered his neck. Thirty years on I rise from the garden, rinse with hose-water each of my unblemished hands. Late afternoon, and beyond the fence I hear them cursing, kicking windfall plums — the usual, slouching pack of boys that plagues this or any neighborhood, the too big ones, the fidgety ones, the ones with their hands always on their friends. I want to line them up, line them up and teach them how to ask. What I want for each terrified one, and all of us, is some assurance that God and the world are as good as Duck Benson — that after the pain, after the breaking, it will be, as it was, granted. The Call for the Bone Marrow Transplant Match Came Two Days after He Died And she left her three children eating sugar cereal in front of the television, and at 85 mph burned along the winter highway, the many improvident miles to the city, where for a long time he had been sick, where for a long time she had been marshaling teeth, nails, wings, fires in her eyes. Loud, dirty signs. Old snow piled on street corners. And the untenanted shadows downtown, the avenue women not even in their cropped leather jackets and denim skirts shivering. Mid-afternoon, the hospital lot as full as it ever was, she circled twice and drove slowly home, kept closing her eyes, the long fields of scrub and sage so bright with ice you couldn't look at them.
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Joe Wilkins is the author of a memoir, The Mountain and the Fathers, winner of a 2014 GLCA New Writers Award, and three collections of poetry, including, When We Were Birds, winner of the 2017 Oregon Book Award in Poetry. His debut novel is Fall Back Down When I Die. He lives with his family in western Oregon, where he directs the creative writing program at Linfield College.