- Reading Sappho in Pensacola
When you remember that summer, you see the sweating hours— how your fingers left
damp dimples in the pages as if even reading produced too much heat in the body; and the open mini-bar
of your hotel room offered the only breeze when you reached in for another bottle.
It was always the afternoon that returned your husband to the door— holding a map or a brochure,
some adventure to repair the fragments of the day, a drive to the beach, past titty-joints and pawnshops,
or if weather betrayed, a new book. In Pensacola, nothing he brought made up for the morning,
his absence like the space a translator leaves when only parts of the poem remain.
Looking back on that July, you can still recite a thin flame runs under my skin, still feel the wet washcloth laid
on your belly, anything to keep cool while you waited Sometimes, although you hated [End Page 76]
that sunburned strip of Florida, watching the gray geckos ascend the bathroom wall, you could still be convinced to go back;
when he found you on the bed— my tongue is broken, you would say before proving yourself
a liar, not much broken then but the ceiling fan which spun unsteady circles, while the two of you slept, barely
wrapped in sheets the drifting color of sand. [End Page 77]
Jehanne Dubrow is the author of five poetry collections, including The Arranged Marriage (University of New Mexico Press, 2015), Red Army Red (Northwestern University Press, 2012), and Stateside (Northwestern University Press, 2010). Her work has appeared in Virginia Quarterly Review, Southern Review, and Prairie Schooner. She is Director of the Rose O’Neill Literary House and Associate Professor of creative writing at Washington College, where she edits the national literary journal Cherry Tree.