the hard, cold, Baltimore accent of my youngest boyhood

LOUISE FENNE

Living large, ain't we?

In the dream I had been trying to hold something together 

that just could not be. I was alone, I had no one. The buildings 

were all old and dark inside. Red brick. A small, rather pretty 

LatinX woman seemed to want me to hold her, but I didn't. 

At the sight of her earnest smiles I walked away, every time. 

The dream cha…