The churning sensation of sitting in a Greek diner in Altoona, Pennsylvania–a world away from Athens–in a countryside dotted with farms.
With the echoes of Christian radioringing down the two lane highway.Hectares of bare trees floating atop the landscapeundulating like a child’s bedspread.
On the wall above my table hangsa decorative plate, with scenes from Homer,Odysseus tied to the mast, he alone immune to the siren’s song.
Outside the window of the dinersits a low white building, silently proclaiming“URGENT CARE”, and the promise of the latest iterationfrom Morpheus’ winged ear.
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