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Fiction: The Man With No Head
Fiction: The Man With No Head
FICTION
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The Man with No Head
minor, being inserted into the outer part of the upper lip and
sadness.”
Gray’s Anatomy
HAL MARDEN
Poof
dancing woman.”
“The Virginians.”
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“All of them?”
“No thanks.”
two all together. From 25. Twenty-two, -three, -four, five. Happy
my tie, untanged Head, and stood him squarely on his neck in the
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said, She’s gone, isn’t she, Joe. You loved her. You want to shoot me because
“It was a joke, Head.” Spilling the bag of nips, lights and
lights. I looked for a place to hang them up. It was still November
– too early to buy a Christmas tree – but it seemed the ceiling fan
would be a nice place to hang lights from. I draped the lights in six
loops from the blades of the fan over the table. Plugged in, the lights
looked fine, hanging like that – six loops blinking red and green over
He was worried. Sure, Joe. You’ll keep me, right? We’re best
I got a candle from the kitchen, matches and a paper clip. I lit
the candle and opened a gin nip, twisted the catheter stop in the neck
and dripped candle wax around the neck so it wouldn’t leak. Bending
out the arm of paper clip, I made a hook to hang in the knot of my
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tie, and bending the middle loop of the clip, made a bridle to hang
the nip in. With the catheter looped down my ribs to the needle taped
blowhole. It was the first cigarette of my life, and the package said it
might kill me, but Carol was gone. (Warning: In America, warnings
fan. It was good. I opened the catheter valve and watched the gin
was invited to the party because no one who lived there wanted
other people who lived there to know they lived there. I puffed the
Go slow, Joe.
My head looked nervous. I looked him over – his soft hair and
eyes that Carol loved, and his throat where it met the surface of the
coffee table. I said to him, “Let’s be honest. She was beautiful, smart,
and funny. You wanted me to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her too. She
wanted me to fuck her. Those are facts. Here are two more facts: I’m
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everybody has a soul. Some are born soulish, like Ghandi, some are
pure heads, like Kant and Tarleton. I was born with no head, you
“But I’m your head now. Me and Barrett. You have two heads.
saucer. It seemed that Head rolled his eyes, but I must have imagined
it.
“We’re stuck with each other, Head,” I said. “God gave me life.
off in my mother’s womb. The same god,” I thought, “Who put these
balls down here. Where He could rub them together when He spied a
girl I liked.”
I liked Carol, Joe. I wanted to kiss her breasts. Your soul has no balls.
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I cracked another nip, reloaded the paper clip and checked the
Amos, Head? He was the little boy from the church, Carol’s Bible
me, but she told him that everyone was different in their own way.”
boys shouldn’t be afraid of. And I’ve been inconsiderate. I feel like
things are falling apart. And it’s dark out. It’s . . . Shit.”
What, Joe?
left Barrett alone in the closet. What’s the matter with you?”
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“John?”I lifted him from the darkness of the closet into the
light. “I’m sorry, John. Head was quarreling with me about Carol and
I set John on the table ear to ear with Head, and fell in my
Like what?
my head would have been. “Forget her . . . smile! Her lashes! Her
Why don’t you try your uncle again, Joe? offered Head. He must
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the phone, the one who was annoyed with me. “Yes, it’s me again,”
She had no listing for Susan Bob or Bob Susan in Bangor, Blue
Hill or Bath, which she tried for me because it gave her a chance
to vent. Afraid I was driving her nuts, I hung up and lit another
cigarette, and at some point, lost in thought, I slid off the chair.
Flaked on the floor, I salvoed the ceiling with smoke rings. The
but it was empty, and the floor started to roll. The lights danced.
and people for life, health, scratch tickets, free speech and onion dip. I
with his brown hair and pouty lips Carol loved, glared at me.
“Sure. Could have. And she could have torn you off my
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shoulders.”
So what.
“You too?”
It’s what love is for – to be found out. People lose their heads in love
Lions. Barrett’s cigarette was about to burn his lip so I swatted it out,
cracked his shoulder on the floor. Hauling myself against the wall
The fog had come into the apartment and it was pretty thick.
I waved my fingers around to see what was going on. Through the
fog I could make out empty nip bottles scattered on the floor, then
I saw John Barrett. He was under the kitchen table, his face to the
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baseboard.
on the linoleum. Someone had stuck nip bottles in his ears. “Who did
this, John?”
“No,” I pulled the nips out of his ears. “No, John. You’re
up, rammed the table into the fridge and tacked down the hall. A
voice was telling me that I was out of control. That was ridiculous.
In the parlor, someone had turned on the fan. The Advent lights
were whirling around Head, neck-up on the coffee table – the fan a
Fuck you.
I looked around for my chair. I only had one chair. But whoever
had turned on the fan had brought in more chairs. I landed in one
chair that wasn’t mine, and tried sitting in one that wasn’t either.
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make fun of yourself when you’re getting up. I found my real chair
Ass!!!!
Poof.
My Uncle Bob and Aunt Susan knew who I was and what I
was . . . their nephew with no head. Five pounds four ounces I was
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born. “Pretty strange.” I stood up and paced. “They loved me. You
Uncle Bob was an honest man. I had not seen him in 15 years
but I could see his weathered smile and slouch in the rocking chair
afraid of me. I push up from the chair. “Aunt Susan? Is Bob there?”
She can’t answer me. I’m not there anymore. It’s been 15 years.
Your Uncle Bob was hauling out Buttercup for the winter. The boat
was in the lift and Bob was scraping barnacles. The sling broke. Buttercup
I felt sick. I leaned on the table. That was a mistake: The table
leg gave out. Head and Barrett bounced on the floor and rolled off.
The candle wax streamed across the floor, on fire, so I jumped and
stomped it out.
He never felt a thing, Joey. He may not even know he’s dead. You
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I fell back in the chair. “I’ve been trying to find you, Susan. You
I looked for you, Joe. I’ve called all over. I remember Bob telling me
about the time he first met you, when you were a boy at the institute. He told
me about all your friends, how much they admired you. You had a friend,
what was his name? The French boy, who was born with his heart outside
his chest.
“Wilhelm.”
Bob told me about Wilhelm and his heart, and the tree to heaven.
and liver and onions. He thought the tree above the garden was the
way to heaven, and was always standing under that great tree, its
trunk 20 feet around – a tree so old no one could climb it. There
tall, and Wilhelm, whose heart was born outside his body, stared up
the branches, swearing he would climb it. To the top, where the earth
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for the bird. I was afraid. Then my uncle came through the garden.
looks like the one that sings in our backyard in Boothbay, Joey. That
damned bird gets around. We’ll go there and you’ll see him in a
shorter tree. In Boothbay – where Wilhelm can beat the shit out of
him.”
Wilhelm laughed.
“Head?
“Barrett?”
Fuck off.
from falling, and yanking the lights snapped off a fan blade. Tangled
I had been driving mad, and I promised her that if she gave me the
number of Bob Bell in Boothbay Harbor, she would never hear from
me again.
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She got madder. “You’re all the same. Bastard! ” She passed me
“Aunt Susan?”
“. . . . . . This is Susan.”
“Who is this?”
“Joseph.”
The phone seized up. Please let this be my aunt. Please – not some
“I remember you, Joe.” Her voice broke. “Is it you? Bob and
I have been looking for you for years. The people at the Institute
wouldn’t tell us anything. That German doctor! Where are you? Are
“In Boston.”
“Yes.”
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“Joe. You come up here. However you can. Find a way, Joe.
“I can’t tell you over the phone. It will cost you a fortune. You
“Aunt Susan?”
“You come up, Joe. Mary is just like you. I swear that God
“All right. The color of her eyes?” I said. “The same as mine?”
“Yes.”
“The same.”
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