LETTER FROM THE FRONT 54
LETTERS FROM THE FRONT
by Mandy Malloy
Letter #54
—from the front, date and time undisclosed—
Ouzo, arak, pastis, raki—there are so many ways of setting anise on fire in cigar-plugged bottles.
Some days I forget to listen to the “gods”—they all think they’re gods. Their medaled threats make such a racket, but nothing’s louder than my rucksack rubbing against my flack jacket.
I spent all day thinking about the sound of rip-stop fabric—it’s like a bulldozed field of cheap silk flowers.
Some days I steal arak from our neighbors. Get drunk. Lose my helmet.
Originally from Lakeland, Florida, Mandy Malloy is a writer and graphic designer living in Brooklyn, N.Y. She is currently finishing her MFA in poetry at Hunter College while doing a day shift in corporate advertising. Her poems have appeared in City Writers Review and The Whitman Sampler.