Levy, who cries on escalators, doesn’t hate her children. She doesn’t hate her soon-to-be-ex-husband. Rather, she hates that a woman must extend herself to assume a domestic role and become a stranger to the person she once was.

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A lover who doesn’t eat has lost control of my hands. So has the moon. / And I’ve lost control of my money. I call that grief.

“I love reading work that surprises me and makes me think, "Oh, I didn't know I could do that!" Some examples would be the use of emoticons and text speak in poems, or new forms being invented like the pecha kucha or the duplex.”

The more the French view me as part of their country, the more I see myself as belonging here with them. With my blonde hair and daily scarves, I look the part. It’s easier to accept superficial validation such as compliments on my accent and cultural ease from the French than it is to reconcile my fading American patriotism.

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