Jon Michael Anzalone
87-10 37th Avenue #211
Jackson Heights, NY 11372
917.568.5032
jon.anzalone@gmail.com

 Missed train. Slipped on ice and fell down. Heard crack. Broken red pen. Town center was empty. Dmitri appeared while I was busy blinking my eyes. Introduced me to Pălincă and Dracula's neighbor. Was titled "prieten inimioara". Friend of the heart. "Of my little heart".
 Staircase up to cemetery, one-hundred steps? More? Covered staircase, like an old covered bridge. Halfway up. A man at the top step. I looked behind. A man at the bottom. Dmitri laughed. I looked again and both men were gone.
 "The citadel is everywhere."
 Became the heart, the blood, the earth, the stones. The citadel is everywhere. Of my little heart.

 Woke up. Early train. It's not so strange to see you by the river.

 It's not so strange to see you in the fields.