Thank You, I’m Sorry

by Caroline Zilk Read author interview September 29, 2010

I was masturbating on my brother’s uncomfortable futon when your phone call halted me and token flipped me to my end.

You told me you were walking in circles around St. Paul’s. I choked the neck of my black umbrella and joined you… walking with your head down, shoulders rounded and hunched. Not counting the tiles in the floor, the cracks in the sidewalk. Your size-too-big pants were dragging the pavement.

“You’re like that Betta fish that lives in my kitchen,” I said.

Your ears perked only slightly, a little like puppy ears.

“You sit on the bottom of the bowl,” I continued. “You don’t move unless I shake you. So I shake you a lot…”

I closed my eyes and saw your prairie-coloured ones. My feet remembered the path and the grayish-blue clouds started spitting at us from a few feet above our heads.

Next, you apologized again. Over and over. For the way you treated me, and for how cold the weather had been.

As much as I complained, I didn’t much mind the cold. I passed the days in sweaters with hot tea. Heat on. At night I stared up at Orion’s Belt. I liked straight lines and plans.

You were up and down like power lines that summer. You liked chaos and interruptions and wandering up and down Kensington High Street looking for pizza and pretzels while we were coming down.

I looked at you then in the soft light, and then down at my hands. My palms were too large, oblong and pasty. They said I should be independent, but you were a weakness, and I needed you then.

We walked home hand in hand. In your basement, you scratched that seam on my back and rubbed the ink stains off my right hand. We waited for more light to come.

“I forgive you,” I said finally, and I turned up my wrist for more.

Your words were even more final.

“It ain’t gonna help,” you said. “It ain’t gonna help.”

But you kept going still. You swam to the top of the bowl. You hopped from star to star. Your words were true. Your palm met my bigger one. We slept. We indulged.

About the Author:

Caroline Zilk has lived and worked in the U.S., U.K., Germany and South Korea. She holds a degree in journalism from the University of Missouri and currently resides in Little Rock, Ark. with a Boston terrier named Boone. Visit

About the Artist:

Robinson Accola creates artwork for SmokeLong Quarterly as needed.