Elissa Gordon
Heat or Noise
I tune back in to hear
the yah yah yah
of your same old party line,
the clatter and chatter of the bar,
the street noise.
The song of the cicadas
rises and falls around us,
deafening me.
It's almost a relief
as the proximity of your body
singes the hairs on my arm,
and condensation drips down
my glass of beer.
Bio
Elissa Gordon's poetry mines a childhood spent in New York and New England and a passion for travel and foreign langauge. She has appeared in anthologies of Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow Poets, Windmills (Australia), Offline, and The Stillwater Review, and upcoming in New Sun Rising -Stories for Japan, with proceeds going to benefit the March 11 Tsunami victims, and The Edison Review 2012. She has appeared online in The Poem Factory/The Word Place and Short, Fast & Deadly.