published by Maverick Duck Press, 2013
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Before she is merely a footnote in a story about mirrors, our mother names us after the muses. Clio, Thalia, Urania. No three daughters are exactly the same, even if they claim to be. The same grey green eyes, the same pale strawberry hair. The same girl in the glass reflected three ways. One is always prettier. One is always smarter. One with the smallest fingers and the narrowest wrist. We argue in the dark of our beds over which is which. When the men come, they will swing to the most willing to please like the arms of a compass. When the devil comes, my father will say, he always takes a shine to the brightest penny.