It was raining.
I'm in the town I grew up.
I wanted to tell some people
who I was
To see if they could recognize me
I hadnt changed, still a child
A miscreant next to us
My husband snatched his phone
and another device and dropped
it into a well.
We dropped him too.
some fellows were helping us
One of them turned against us
I am on the run and hiding
in a hospital
in the rooms of doctors
a helpful acquaintance
alas, I have to leave
I reach the edge of a building
contemplating falling
and then I glide down
All around the building trained women
are looking for me
Then little dogs catch my scent
I enter into a farm house
and they fall into the dung
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