Daniel and Anya

(Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.)
   Anya melts onto her back.
   Lie down with me okay?
   I lie down.
   Our sides are touching, barely, but enough.
   You can’t see many stars tonight, Anya says.
   Too hazy.
   Yea.
   Anya points out an airplane, a flashing blip cruising across the night-sky—There goes a star.
   Then Anya giggles and says—Remember?
   Of course I remember, I say. Remember that I remember everything? It’s forgetting that I have trouble with.
   Oh yea I forgot, Anya giggles some more. Maybe that’s why you drink.
   Maybe.
   When we were kids Anya would point out airplanes and say that some of them were not airplanes at all but stars that couldn’t stay put, stars that had to keep moving.
   I’m gonna miss you when you move to L.A., ya know? What am I gonna do without my Daniel?
   Before I can respond, Anya starts singing Elton John’s “Daniel,” something else she used to do when we were younger.
   Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
   I can see the red-tail lights leaving for Spain
   Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
   Lord it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
   Anya takes my hand and holds it. I can feel the insistence of her nails scratching into my palms. I can also feel bits of my heart rising in manic flutters toward my throat.
   I see a second plane, or migrant star, cruising across the night-sky, not too far behind the first one.
   I raise myself to its arc, and become a bodiless spectator, looking down at Anya and me lying in the grass in center field, hand in hand, our sides touching.
   Time leaves us alone for a little while.

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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