Theresa Corigliano: “Bowakawa”

I can feel myself morph into someone I used to be when I lived here. I rise up and out of the subway station at 42ndStreet. My whole body stiffens, my shoulders ratchet up to my ears, and I start to bullet through the crowded streets. The city is a morass of construction, interrupted only …

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