I dreamed that I was sitting on a bench in Civic Center Park.
I was wearing a dirty corduroy skirt.
My hair felt like it hadn't been washed for several weeks.
On the bench beside me, there was a brown paper bag
full of empty soda bottles that I had been collecting in the park.


Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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