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TIM BOITEAU: On Reflection


Sometimes a girl appears beyond my window.

Brushing her hair, preening, smiling, puckering up.

Sometimes, when I reach out to touch her, she also reaches out for me.

Then she exits through the door on her side.

I long to exit too, but beyond the door my little everything ends.

Tim Boiteau is a Writers of the Future winner and lives in Michigan.


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