I remember one summer when the power went out. my sister and I had been riding our bikes around town and we got locked out of the house. I threw her over my shoulders and
pushed her into a bathroom window, where she climbed down the toilet and ran to the front door to let me in. sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror. I cannot see myself. I peer through the blinds into the windows of my eyes, knocking on doors, asking to be let in; I hang spare key earrings by my picket fence face and tie doormat ribbons into my braids; I drape a dress over my wood-frame body like a tablecloth over the dinner table, as if my body is worth feasting over, as if my spine is strong enough to hold a family together. I ring the doorbell and wait in front of the mirror hoping maybe I can feel welcomed in. but it's summer I'm sweaty, and tan, and the power's out.
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