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Outside the Door

Outside the Door   I am the hairbrush, bristles face-down, the mother left behind on the bureau with one dark strand of hair, the hair she would pull back into a horse’s tail at the nape of her neck.   I am the mirror on the mother’s vanity in the bathroom upstairs where uninvited guests […]

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