Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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Another City


You’ve pictured yourself living
every place you’ve ever been

walking down this cobblestone street
or looking up into the church spires,

the stained glass.
Here would be where you’d buy coffee

and you’d be a regular at Ben’s Chili Bowl
or Franny’s on Flatbush.

Remember when I was your city,
Scrawled across countless bar napkins

They miss you at Johnny’s Downtown.
The bartender at Toby’s still knows your poison.

Every place has a Main Street,
a Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard.

Does this mean everywhere
and nowhere is home.

How you’ve always wanted to live
on Pineapple Street,

just for the way it sounds
right before it leaves your mouth.
   



Date Night


It will and will never be the fairytale.

One of you will have a secret and the other one

will have a bigger one. One of you will not be completely faithful

and the other one of you will drink. A lot.

One of you will run away for weeks at a time and the other one

will have an incurable disease. One of you will dream

about fighter jets and the other about being unfaithful.

But tonight, date night.

One of you will find the perfect

restaurant, and the other one of you

will get the best table in the house.

You’ll have wine and appetizers with dinner

and coffee and desserts afterwards.

You will feed each other everything on your plates,

pastas, problems, and panna cotta,

saying, in this economy how lucky you both are

to have jobs and each other.

Coming home, you’ll hold hands

as you walk past a man drawing a bow across a saw

in the subway station. You’ll both close your eyes,

thinking how beautifully you’ve hurt

and loved each other, how anything is possible, that a saw

can stand in for a violin and here you are underground

kissing while everyone else rushes home. No horse, no sunset.

Only a rusty hand saw playing love’s sharp,

sweet song.
 


Carly Sachs is a writer, yoga teacher, and bartender who lives and works in New York City. She is the author of the steam sequence (WWPH, 2006) and the editor of the anthology, the why and later (Deep Cleveland Press, 2007). For more information, please visit her website: http://thewhyandlater.com/



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