In my dream

In my dream I walk through the Bronx and down into Manhattan, past stone bridges where an older woman is selling used clothes and luggage , past a nighttime neighborhood where the men are amputees asleep in the corners of subway entrances. I am followed, mocked and threatened. Something in the air smells delicious.

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