Another poem from our latest issue: Volume 4, Issue 1. John Andrews’ work has appeared in The Queer South: LGBTQ Writers on The American South, Columbia Poetry Review, Eunoia, Short Fast & Deadly, and others. He is currently a Ph.D. student at Oklahoma State University and an associate editor for the Cimarron Review.
ZONE OF SILENCE
By John Andrews
Last night, I made a map of my bed,
sandbar where everything ends up
without cellphone reception.
I can hear you now,
crying in the bathroom.
The tile breaking against –
I kissed you.
I am sorry, I’ll say it again.
St. Elmo’s fire: sailors swear
comes all at once, the sky
burning for something that isn’t
there. I wanted to find something
at the end of the world. We lie,
strangers floating on soft
water stuck inside the bed.
The ocean is mostly made up of ash:
my grandmother, your uncle,
it doesn’t matter who.