Last Night Here or Anywhere

Last Night Here or Anywhere · Elizabeth Spires Tonight, half-dressed, congenial, we lie in bed and smoke, cigarettes burning holes in the dark. Unbelievable that moments ago, breathless, you hovered mothlike by my throat! As if by intuition, we rise together, stand by the window watching the airships blinking on and off— first red, then green, then white— till each, otherworldly, spectral, drops over the horizon into another night. Far from this place the future constructs itself: rooms opening like mirrors one into another, vast impossible doors closing behind me. I'll wake in the night and reach out, as if your name were there, blindly reading the dark with my fingertips. 30 · The Missouri Review ...