Nancy L. Weber’s fiction has appeared in Evergreen Review, Brooklyn Rail, and other publications. She has an MFA […]

When I got to 34th Street, I decided to go into Macy’s. I was thinking about the dead tooth. In time it would turn black. I walked past the rows of makeup counters and realized that I had no idea if I was pretty.  Growing up around Louise, her sisters and I learned that it didn’t matter if we were pretty – all that mattered was that we were not Louise. I stepped up to a lipstick display and found the matte brick-colored shade that everyone wore that year. In a business card-sized mirror on a counter display I watched as I dragged the matte brick color back and forth across my dry lips. I smiled, revealing the dead front tooth. It was like all the other teeth – white, luminous. I put the lipstick back in the display and walked out of the store, back out onto Broadway.

Patricia Farrell lives in rural Oregon. Trained as a biologist and landscape architect, she received a certificate of […]

Are you stepping onto the rungs? Clenching/cold mettle in your hands?/Remember this. The last step/is hardest, as if you didn’t know.

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