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LINES ON THE WAY TO A MARCH by Dan Kraines • Cleaver Magazine
My sight breaks up; orange rivulets drop down my eye; against my chest, a pain thwacks and clocks. I am holding a book. I am holding a book. Passengers clutch cardboard signs, as if my ears were blocked, as if they were trying to tell me something that I cannot bear to hear.