My wife and I find ourselves in the predawn gloom
of February in Wisconsin at the gray end of winter
surfacing from the depths of an unconscious New Orleans
where each haunted our own version and she says
she found me sleeping with Liliane but groggily I insist
I’d only been shirtless in an elevator with a skeleton.

Christopher Chambers works as an editor and a bartender, and he’s the author of two books of fiction, Delta 88 and Kind of Blue, and Inter/views, a book of poetry. He lives in Madison but has been spending a lot of time lately in Milwaukee.