PAUL HOSTOVSkY's Unlikely Loves : The Affair in the Office
PAUL HOSTOVSKY : Okay
ANDRENA ZAWINSKI : Last Night in New Orleans
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PAUL HOSTOVSkY's Unlikely Loves
The Affair in the Office	
It belonged to all of us in a way because we all shared in the surprise that it existed at all, and also, privately, in the thrill of the two lovers (none more surprised than they) who'd worked together in the same sad office with all of us for all these years, and both of them married, and both unhappily. It was a sad office, like so many sad offices, full of the inexorable sadness of cubicles, and computers, and empty of love. Or so we thought. For no one saw it growing—it must have gotten in through a high bit of laughter in the lunchroom, then a glancing away and a looking back again, the way it sometimes does. And when it got out in whispers around the water cooler we all drank from it, we drank it in, and in this way it refreshed us, and amazed us, and belonged to us because we all took it home, took it with us in the car, or on the train, sat with it in rush hour, shaking our heads as though we were listening to music, and in a way we were listening to music, shaking our heads and smiling, looking out the window, fingers drumming.
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PAUL HOSTOVSKY
Okay
I'm an English major okay so when you say okay and that's all you say in reply to my much longer email about you and me and what happened and what happens and what will happen I don't know how to read your okay okay I mean I'm scanning the y and the a for some kind of meaning lurking in the choice to spell okay okay instead of ok or o.k. or OK or O.K. as though you might be spelling something out for me here and then there's that exclamation point which follows your okay and probably doesn't warrant the kind of assiduous exegesis I've already performed on it in my head analyzing it for voice and tone and register and volume and pitch and number because because because because of the wonderful things we've done together in all kinds of weather and places and positions and durations and voices and volumes and although I know that isn't the point of your exclamation point it's all I have to work with here outside of your okay and everything your okay isn't saying which is what it's leaving out which I know from having read one or two hundred thousand poems in my lifetime is just as important as what's left in but what I want to know is okay where does that leave us?
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ANDRENA ZAWINSKI
Last Night in New Orleans
the balmy breeze is enough rapture in the Quarter, boosted above Bourbon and St. Peter. Nothing before so sweet as the last shaving of dark chocolate, last lick of biegnet and brulot from my polished lips, the last night held in bursting cacophony of rubboard, accordion and drum, fingers sprinting keys, high hatted mule drawn carriage spinning the pavement, syncopated tap of one child's weighted shoes, the click and clang of silver hitting the pavement. But I forget, in the last night\ the fact of night - taverns selling a savour of flesh, shake and twist and spread of thigh, arm, leg, old time hoochie coo; forget the staggered street, men with hard hands full of Hurricanes whispering dahlin'cheree to any passing fancy, forget tattered brown children practice creole art with a scuff and shuffle of the foot, beseech the good 'ol boys southern tradition, toss us a little somethin' mistah. In the last lick of it, I forget, wrestle this lagniappe from the crescent moon, print each postcard with a goodnight kiss: in the Big Easy, laissez les bon temps rouller.
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