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Returning By Ruth Dombrow In the middle of night I wake up pushing against the undergrowth of memory people ominous or indifferent buildings and neighborhoods grotesque yet familiar. In the middle of night the train won’t run the bus goes round and round to nowhere I want to be menace in the cracks of the roadway. In the dark of night I wake up lost fighting to return to where I couldn’t get away from soon enough. Ruth Dombrow |
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