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The evening sounds like a murder of magpies and we’re replacing our cabinet knobs because we can’t change the world but we can change our hardware. America breaks my heart some days and some days it breaks itself into two. I watched a woman having a breakdown in the mall today and when the security guard tried to help her, what I felt was all of us peeking from her purse as she threw it across the floor into Forever 21. And yes, the walls felt like another way to hold us and when she finally stopped crying, I heard her say to fluorescent lighting, Some days the sky is too bright. And like that we were her flock in our black coats and white sweaters, some of us reaching our wings to her and some of us flying away.
- Kelli Russell Agodon
- Kelli Russell Agodon