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“You made choices,” my mother said to my father. “If you’re not happy with your life, you can choose to make it different. That’s what I did. I chose to come back to you, and I can choose differently.”

A Jazz Age band was on loud and jumping The TV was on, too, and Sara was hunched up in front o…

Her voice was so unctuous that for a second I thought she was affecting it to mock him. Then I saw her false, pleading smile.

I crossed the room, borrowed raiment flowing

[...] I was a shop girl, not a poet. In an inexplicable way, I savored my ordinariness, my affinity with the office girls and waitresses I had briefly moved among. My livid past still lingered about me, but faintly, like the roar inside a seashell, and my longing for it was a dull arrhythmic spasm,…

A stolid girl smiled uncertainly as she held the light-blinded eye of the reflector