The Mirrors
We are the frail ones. We’re the feather pillows the other kids used for their fights, the pencils they threw across the room. We wouldn’t even learn to walk until they made us; we said the the grass was like needles under our feet. As adults we still wait around for blue princes, still stand on the roof expecting to fly. We’re the ones who can’t hold down a job, who cry so much it seems we were made of rain, who give our last coins to the tap dancers on the street corner until we’re the tap dancers on the street corner. And you cross to the other side when you see us: ...
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In the first parallel universe I took my father’s advice studied pharmacy at the University of Buffalo moved to New Jersey to work for Pfizer and have lived here ever since. In another one Sister Emiliette managed to convince me during the eighth grade retreat. Now I awaken each morning at six, put on the white and black, go down to chapel, take my place at the organ. In May I’ll make my final vows. In the next I came of age amid the lilacs of Christ Church Meadow watching the spring regatta. After one year of walks among the domes and spires I decided to stay. ...
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In the first parallel universe I took my father’s advice studied pharmacy at the University of Buffalo moved to New Jersey to work for Pfizer and have lived here ever since. In another one Sister Emiliette managed to convince me during the eighth grade retreat. Now I awaken each morning at six, put on the white and black, go down to chapel take my place at the organ. In May I’ll make my final vows. In the next I came of age amid the lilacs of Christ Church Meadow watching the spring regatta. After one year of walks among the domes and spires I decided to stay. Now I live...
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