The Step

The Step

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She stood in the doorway, looking at the path in front of her, imagining the miles ahead, the costly resources she’d need, the strangers she’d meet on her way, and how she’d rely on their goodwill. She thought of how far point B stood from point A, and the number of ways she could get lost. She looked back at the room behind her, the chair she’d had to get out of. She closed her eyes and stepped outside.

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I’m Judith

Or rather the pseudonym I’m currently using here is Judith. That name also belongs to one of my characters, who I gave it to as a test of sorts. My poetry, which centers on translating minor moments into obscure observations, has appeared in various collections under different names. My psyche resides in Mississippi along the Singing River.

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