PATRICIA F. ANDERSON ![]() HERE I am here, on the couch (again? still?), the dark gritty / bubbling / swaying, sirens strobing stripes on the curtains above. I shiver under the arc of stacked books, swaddled in sweaters and blankets. Light from the phone glows on my shimmering face. Across the rooms, in a corner of a different window, I see the sun rise behind black pines, so red, coal bright. ![]()
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