Great Kills Review

Winter 2005 – Volume I, issue 2

Emily Marie Isovitsch

American Football

Sitting fourteen floors up and the highway is roaring outside my window. It’s 4 a.m., the light is streaming through and I’m petting the shoulder of the boy lying beside me. He was snoring and I don’t care. He’s the only boy I know, knew, who snores softly. The CD is skipping and I can’t sleep. My bed is small and the light is sleeping over me and my room that never got dark. The sounds of the city, sounds of the highway, sounds of the sidewalks are crashing through and it’s the sounds of my roommates rustling through the thin air walls that overcome it all.

The hours are ticking by, the moments – moments I needed the most. The guitar from track four is skipping, pushing the minutes, I can’t sleep, morning time will be here soon but I could sit here forever listening to the sounds of the outside mixing with the soft sounds of the inside.

5 a.m., 6 a.m. and finally 7 a.m. The pearls of the dark night are gone and the sky is filling with its chardonnay droplets. The rustling on the inside is getting louder. Doors slamming, cars honking, morning grunts and the world wakes up. Three more doors, a thousand more cars.

The quietness beside me shifts vaguely into the day and it dawns on me that I have a hard time remembering what he looks like when he’s not looking at me.

About the Author

Emily Isovitsch is 23 years old. She grew up in Atlanta and has recently escaped to New York to chase all of her dreams. She currently resides in Jersey City, NJ and works in an event producer in Manhattan. You can read more about her trials and tribulations in the Big City on her blog www.turntothepen.com. She can be reached at emily@turntothepen.com.

“American Football” © 2005 by Emily Marie Isovitsch

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