By Hannah Nelson
On the front step
I asked for a cigarette and you asked
if I had anything to lace it with.
Summer in the city
began at that apartment
sweating wheezing grinding
working long hours at the park
in daylight I learned your face
but I knew you better in the dark.
Sweet Turkish coffee in breakable cups
Breathing on silence
but sunburnt august can deceive
and soon came my fall.
I failed at the most natural thing
Let's name it tame it cage it
I'd call it Ziya, Antalya, and the Sea.
And yes I am the Mediterranean princess drowning
glass after glass of cheap zinfandel
eyes smeared drunk
and this is not my home.
You stumbled toward the shore and said
I love this night but
I was mistaken
Tricked by broken English and the things you like.