There’s nowhere I’ve ever felt like I belong. Does anyone? Some say they do. Some appear to fit. Both seem to enjoy it very much, and draw power from what they call “their people” there. But maybe that’s just how it seems when you aren’t where someone else is.
This is a feeling I try to capture and understand. I am thankful that such a poem, “Lye,” was included in the summer 2023 issue of Italian Americana.
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Angie Macri 