Lisa Dordal


Traveling


We’re sending our father off with symphonies and piano trios—
the TV in his room, set to the classical music station.

Each new piece, accompanied by a scene—city, town,
countryside—usually European—and a few facts.

Dvorak, on his first day of work in the Austrian senate,
stole all the pencils and never came back. They were perfect,

he said, for composing music. In America he raised pigeons.
My sister and I, on either side of our father’s bed, wait for the next

inhale—so relieved when it comes, as if this waiting
is not waiting at all. His breathing is liquid clatter—

the “death rattle” that is nothing like the dry rasp
of my imagination. A woman outside his room announces

her name, says I want to kiss you to someone no one can see.
A man, former CEO, asks loudly about his luggage—

when it will arrive, how they will know which room is his.
He thinks he’s in Prague, maybe Paris. Mozart had a pet bird—

a starling—whom he adored, wrote a poem for. Tchaikovsky
loved to collect mushrooms. On my way outside the facility

for sunlight and fresh air, a woman sidles up to me—like we’re agents
on a secret mission—and whispers into my ear. Something urgent

and incomprehensible. Beethoven kept a conversation notebook
to help him communicate. I’m in a foreign city; it’s dark,

and the streets are wet from a brief, determined rain.


 

Lisa Dordal is a Writer-in-Residence at Vanderbilt University and is the author of Mosaic of the Dark, which was a finalist for the 2019 Audre Lorde Award for Lesbian Poetry; Water Lessons, which was listed by Lambda Literary as one of their most anticipated books for 2022; and Next Time You Come Home (2023). Her poetry has appeared in The Sun, Narrative, Image, Christian Century, Best New Poets, New Ohio Review, Greensboro Review, RHINO, and CALYX. Her website is lisadordal.com.

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