The last guest who goes on and on is gone. Hearing the same stories again is like listening to long poems in a foreign language. Our ears ring as our guest talks like a drill sergeant who never pauses, megaphone loud. Now that he’s gone, we move about without speaking, picking up this, adjusting that. Then we head outside to sit on porch rockers, hot tea in hands, surrounded by lilac and the spicy scent of gardenias. We watch cars freely speed by in the dull night. Our minds center on bed and the blanket’s comfort— the affectionate rhythm of that other known body, while the soapy, silent moon gives what slender, tired light it can.

M.E. SILVERMAN editor of Blue Lyra Review, moved from New Orleans to Georgia to teach at Gordon State College. His work has appeared in over 65 publications, including Crab Orchard Review, 32 Poems, Hawai’i Pacific Review, Many Mountains Moving, The Southern Poetry Anthology, and The Los Angeles Review. M.E. Silverman was a finalist for the 2008 New Letters Poetry Award, the 2008 DeNovo Contest and the 2009 Naugatuck River Review Contest. He is working on editing a contemporary Jewish anthology with Deborah Ager forthcoming in 2013 from Continuum, and he is a member of the board of 32 Poems.