Am I surprised this day and Douglass’s words, the symbols on my keyboard and the streets where I live enmesh you and me in this history, that every search leads back to it, that even sugar, coffee, and whiskey attest it, that it’s no accident at all but, on the contrary, woven together, pulled tight as a fucking net? We’ll read about mourning, in a month, here, and attempt to tarry in its unbearably irritating light. Either Rachel’s hit her stride, typing in the other room, or else it’s started to pour. It only seems like I can say anything, like anything belongs. I’m like anyone, a motto on my lips, beckoning from where I stand. But let’s meet where it’s stark and bare.
The Sober Day, byMatt Longabucco, is a part of the Doublecross Press 2016 Prose–ish Series. Interior design by MC Hyland. Letterpress covers designed and printed by Jeff Peterson.
Matt Longabucco is the author of the chapbooks The Sober Day (DoubleCross Press, 2016) and Everybody Suffers (O’Clock Press, 2014). Other work has appeared recently in Prelude, Haunt, and The Brooklyn Rail. He is a co-founder of Wendy’s Subway, an independent library and meeting space for writers, artists, and readers. He teaches at New York University and Bard College, and lives in Brooklyn.