Bitter Experience and Other Poems
By Katherine Orfinger
Bitter Experience (for Oates and Chekhov)
and I understand now
why Anna held herself
to a godly standard and
why she needed to
make those little lines,
their lives seeping together
my head, a dim bathroom:
she paces. my own soul peers
through a speckled mirror
a forgotten piece of
metal glints in the harsh light
she ignores
the door, wide
open. takes
the hard way…
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