Saturday, June 6, 2009

Ruth Holzer: FULTON STREET


I didn’t know anything; I thought if I cooked a hot meal every night, kept our two-room apartment clean and enlivened it with decorative touches—Japanese prints, Indian throw pillows here and there—that he would care for me as in the early days, or at least stay a little bit longer.
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wisps of fog—
breaking up
the joint account


by Ruth Holzer
Herndon, Virginia

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