The Meadow Literary and Art Journal 2011

My First Night in Izmir, Turkey by Tyler Bigney I lived in a little room tucked neatly away on some corner in Izmir, Turkey. I spent most of that first night on the balcony eyeing the streets and listening to a woman moan in the room above mine. I could hear a piano but wasn’t sure from which direction it was coming. There was a baby next door, and I listened as it cried. I smoked Marlboro’s and sat with my legs crossed, reading the new Sedaris, thinking about my parent’s back home, now immersed in the tidal ebb and flow of dreams, no doubt. The sun was beginning to peek up. The piano had stopped, and music poured out blanketing the city in its song. I didn’t move. I sat with the book on my lap listening to that song, ( what I later learned was prayer ) listening to that baby, still crying so close, that for a moment, I thought it might have been me. 28 theMeadow

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