Even New York City is a Small Town at Blue Hour

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Just like John Cougar Melloncamp sang about.

I grew up in a small town.

Really small. Too small to have a McDonalds until I was in high school. The highlight of life was the movie theater with the ripped screen, the diner and driving around doing nothing but waiting to grow up.

When I started looking at colleges I only wanted one thing. A city. Any city. Anything with noise and life and bustling chugging buses and people and art and big libraries that took up a whole block, not just one room. And I lucked out and got that.

I know what it’s like to need to leave.

So I wrote this poem for my friend, Christian who needs to leave. Even if she needs to leave one of the biggest cities in the world.

Many thanks to Susie and Mo at Blue Hour for publishing it.

By Ally Malinenko

I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not. I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered. I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died. I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.

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