Post-Soviet Sestina (October 1996)

The light wakes me, the alarm did not. Bad sign, it’s six and I’ve got an eight o’clock flight. Outside, Sasha’s stuttering that my phone line was dead, the traffic’s bad, his Volga cab sputters from the cold. My suitcases form a perfect wall around me, Cold War border in the vinyl backseat. Sasha borders […]