A Work of Fiction by Louise Gluck

A Work of Fiction

As I turned over the last page, after many nights, a wave of sorrow envel-
oped me. Where had they all gone, these people who had seemed so real?
To distract myself, I walked out into the night; instinctively, I lit a cigarette.
In the dark, the cigarette glowed, like a fire lit by a survivor. But who would
see this light, this small dot among the infinite stars? I stood a while in the
dark, the cigarette glowing and growing small, each breath patiently de-
stroying me. How small it was, how brief. Brief, brief, but inside me now,
which the stars could never be.

Louise Gluck, from her new collection Faithful and Virtuous Night, reviewed in the Guardian and New York Times.

3 thoughts on “A Work of Fiction by Louise Gluck

  1. Pingback: A Work of Fiction by Louise Gluck | Things that I liked enough to 'save for later' that maybe you'll like, too.

  2. this is ppetry—
    you read and the rythm
    the words
    the elpsis she likes so much-
    say– poetry, indeed…
    just loved the last –line:
    “the stars will never be… (inside me)

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