
This selection, chosen by Guest Curator Erika Eckart, is from Drowning in the Floating World by Meg Eden, released by Press 53 in 2020.
Radium Girls
I. December 1923: Waterbury Clock Factory, Connecticut
my mouth is a room that lights up in the dark
the girl who trained me spatula-full of radium in her mouth corners of her lips gritty and glowing her reassurance that the paint was harmless taught us how to point the paintbrush tip between our lips
my manager says a little radon puts the sex in your cheeks nudging me
some girls hate the taste but i love it it tastes like eternity
no matter how many times i brush my teeth at night i taste that gritty glue
i’m good and quick i get more dials done than the other girls
sometimes i only get thirty dials done a day what will my mother say when she sees my paycheck
my mouth’s been aching my mother blames my sweet tooth
last night a tooth came out i didn’t have to do anything it just fell into my hand
other people buy radium soda radium candy radium facial creams but we get it for free we’re the luckiest girls in the world
in the dark we are all suns our faces hands dresses glow like the dials we paint
one girl’s halfway to becoming an angel her back all the way down to her waist glowing
soon we won’t have to put it on at all it’ll be in our bones it’ll pour out from forever-twenty skin
II. August 2011: Miyakoji, Japan
when we visit our house we wear cough masks we wear suits
at our house the grass is tall and uncut everything is still on the floor where it fell when the earthquake hit
the body of a dog is tangled in our fence his body hasn’t fully decomposed a patch of fur like a felt block remaining on his right ear
first thing: my father disposes of the dog my mother gets on her knees and begins scrubbing the floor in her gloves and suit she adjusts the family altar and burns a stick of incense
every time we go outside my father brings a meter on good days we can play on the blacktop for thirty minutes
my mother asks me if i feel alright if anything feels odd i think about stuffing my mouth with our flowers eating the expired candy in our kitchen and becoming my own power plant
on the edge of town a cleanup crew fills bags with radioactive waste there are lots of bags they fill up my old school’s baseball field the bags get high enough to build a black wall
They say They’ll get rid of the bags soon but my mother doesn’t believe Them she says They are burying us inside our own waste because no one wants to look at us and feel guilty no one wants to remember what went wrong or change anything everyone wants to go back to work back to their homes and return to what they’ve always done
my mother’s voice gets loud when she says this she’s holding a watch her mother gave her when she was a girl like me she drops it and it falls to the floor the glass face cracks with one split sound even so it continues ticking my mother goes silent i am silent—it makes every tick seem louder than it really is
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