[wpaudio url=”/audio/5_9/pethy1.mp3″ text=”listen to this poem” dl=”0″] 3:00 AM. After daylong labor. For restoration of his powers and to process the day’s complexities. The Sleeper elaborates. His breath’s rhythm, the breathing of those sleeping next to him. The memories swimming through their separate persons. The house’s dark and temperature. Into the stuff of dreams.
Etymology of Goodbye
Andrea Scarpino
To say farewell to you— fare well as you make your way from who you are to who you used to be, fare, a passage for which a price is paid. Bon voyage, good travel, travel safe. To say goodbye, adieu, adios, God be with you wherever your atoms realign.
What I Have Been Doing Since I Was Last with You
Isabell Serafin
[wpaudio url=”/audio/5_9/serafin.mp3″ text=”listen to this story” dl=”0″] I have been married. I have been divorced. I have been pregnant, since I was last with you. I have sat on the banks of Hoan Kiem Lake in the afternoon–the lake in Hanoi’s Old Quarter, whose waters are a mysterious moss green.
Desire
Valerie Suffron
It so happened that we took a class together on the poetics of desire. The professor gave us our first reading assignment, the poem Kubla Khan. He asked us each to develop a perspective on the matter of desire in the poem. He suggested we read the poem somewhere unexpected.
Passing Invisible Fence in Winter
Brendan Todt
You are a smart girl who waits for the rustling bags, the black gloves, and the key hanging from my mouth as I lock you into the long elastic leash.
Casualties
Michelle Valois
After the revolution, she sews a new flag. Her young lover teases that with needle and thread she looks the picture of femininity. They smile and drink bitter coffee.