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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.