allison miller


sometimes the truth

of what we say obscures

the untruth


looking at what

motivates my choices

instead of being distracted

by respectable



in the elevator

the large hispanic family

held the door open for me

I smiled at the girl

opening myself in return


all day their

incessant chatter

bothers me

until I notice my own

~ mirrors everywhere


I see an image

of  the woman I’d like to be

in my next life

as the sun sets I wonder

if I can be her now



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