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August heat rises from the river. The girl tells her parents she’s at a friend’s then crosses the state line into Ohio, brings a bottle of vodka to spike her Slushy, beelining for the football party, the boy she likes in the basement.
She sips another drink down in the basement, the summer night rushing like a river of stars, fifty kids crushing into the party, bright and free at sixteen. Her friend hands her a red Solo cup of ice spiked with Smirnoff, a favorite in Ohio
where they live for football, for Ohio victory, Roll Red Roll chanted at the party, chanted at the stadium, boys spiking the pigskin, smashing their bodies, the river inscrutable at the edge of town. Her friends want to bounce to another party.
She still remembers leaving that party, following the boy, a hero in Ohio, his teammates in tow and maybe her friends. People say she threw up in the basement. People say she threw up on the curb. The river is silent as the car glides past, spikes
of willow leaves floating in murk. Trace a spike in uncertain events after the party: she wakes beneath a blanket, cloudy as the river, not back home but naked in Ohio, freaking out on a couch in a stranger’s basement missing her panties, her phone, her friends.
The court will call on the testimony of friends. The girl, Jane Doe, says someone spiked her drink. Was she blackout-drunk on the basement floor or passed-out-drunk like a whore at the party? The boys carried her out, the pride of Ohio. There are photos and videos, a river
of pixels. One was the quarterback, a party bro, sharing her body with friends in Ohio— spikes circle the basement, sink in the river.
Diana Whitney writes across the genres with a focus on feminism, motherhood, and sexuality. Her work has appeared in The New York Times, The San Francisco Chronicle, The Kenyon Review, Glamour, and many more. Her poetry debut, Wanting It, won the Rubery Book Award, and her inclusive anthology, You Don't Have to be Everything: Poems for Girls Becoming Themselves, became a YA bestseller and won the 2022 Claudia Lewis Award. Find out more at diana-whitney.com.
Do they get caught? C asks, wanting to know the end from the beginning. Do they make it to Mexico? Do they go to jail? Do they get shot by cops in cruisers and choppers?
Just wait, I say. I’ve already messed up. I forgot the scene in the parking lot, the predator at the honky-tonk bar slapping Thelma in the face, shoving her belly-down on the hood of his truck. The click of his belt unbuckling.
It was 1991. I hadn’t been raped yet. I kept the thrill of the open road, Brad Pitt strutting in cowboy jeans, Louise fierce and bold in her gritty bandana blowing up an 18-wheeler. That was power, I thought back then.
Do they make it? C asks again. She says the women are stupid, they should switch cars, hop a train, stop calling home to Arkansas. She is sure she could survive if given the chance.
A is quiet. Oh, I know, she breathes softly as they near the Grand Canyon.
At the end the green car floats above the earth, tears trace my cheeks and I take the girls’ hands. Thelma and Louise are holding hands too. This is the only way, I try to explain. They have no choice, not in this world. It’s the movies after all—
the Thunderbird suspended forever in Arizona sky, a magic feminist ride to the afterlife while we’re stuck here on the ground, on the couch, in the house
where it’s dark dark dark all around, the future pressed hard against the windows.
Diana Whitney writes across the genres with a focus on feminism, motherhood, and sexuality. For years, she was the poetry columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle, and her work has appeared in the New York Times, The Kenyon Review, Glamour, Green Mountains Review, and more. Her first book, Wanting It, became an indie bestseller in 2014. Her latest project is a diverse, inclusive poetry anthology for teen girls, forthcoming from Workman in 2021. Learn more www.diana-whitney.com