In Search of the Giant Squid in All the Wrong Waters: Week 30
Friday, July 11, 2014, 10:02am
Today, I searched for the giant squid in Echo Lake. For bait, I used a crumb of yellow Dial soap (that my father left behind from his visit), embedded into a Bush’s baked bean. It looked like a tobacco-stained baby-tooth and I told myself that I was cleaning it from the inside. This, I told myself, made me a good person. I’m not so sure my father would agree. The lake lathered itself, then rinsed itself off. At the lake-bottom, the downed nymph waterlilies, the amphibious bistort, the Spirogyra algae, the water plantains, and the Giant Horsetails waved like the hair of the alien drowned. This is the stuff we call scum. I watched it wave and made my meditative face, the one in which I allow my lower lip to go slack, my eyebrows to loop, swoop, and pull. On my left shoelace, a patriarchal dragonfly choked on a family of mosquitoes, turned electric blue in death. I envisioned so many squid tangled into so many herring nets. I put on my sunglasses. I reeled in. In the lake’s nutrients, the soap crumb had grown into a full bar, wrapper and all. The bean, a can of beans. I opened my mouth wide, and the lake screamed something into it, screamed something into it, screamed something into it, screamed.