Georgia and the Night
Two fatherlands I have: Cuba and the night. —José Martí
I eat a peach over my kitchen
sink in Georgia. This is what
I imagined would happen when I
moved to this state. This and extra
crickets at night. I got
both. I’m not alone. I have crickets.
I have myself. I have fresh produce.
I have a life on microfilm that I need
to scan before it gets redacted.
I am a secret. I am a map with red push pins
and red string in between.
Did I prepare for that?
Is that what I’ve been doing? Preparing?
I drop the peach pit in the sink of my stomach.
Is that right? No, I drop everything,
even the sink. I call the night
for the crickets. They’ve got the numbers.
It’s the night. It’s Georgia. It’s halfway
home. I’m just a fresh peach. I’m not
local anywhere today.
At least I have you, the night. I have you.
Brennan Downey is a wilderness therapy field guide in Vermont who was raised in Virginia and who once won an award for his laugh.