Interview

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She’s wearing her blue dress, the best
one she owns and she knows it’s still

not good enough but it’s all she’s got –
that and a smile. And the man asks

how to spell her name, and it doesn’t
sound the same on his tongue, like she

doesn’t quite recognize her own syllables.
Her shoes pinch and it’s a cinch that

this one-page self-syllabus in her hand
of all she’s been and is and ever will be

won’t be enough, but she’s tough and so
she’s here, all wrinkled linen and hope.

 

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twiglet #28.