City without Memory
Twilight, in the City without Memory: there
is no bitterness. There is
exhaustion, as the residents await
a disaster which still might not
arrive, although long awaited, and
recognized from previous
incarnations, doctrines of promise
and of inevitable progress are no longer
the subject of fevered debate, haven’t
been for years—not since before the
time my grandmother was born, she
never even heard of this place—
and the uncles with their schnapps
in the morning, memories of the
Old Country coalescing around them
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