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Article: Offerings. (poem)
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- Ploughshares
- Article date:
- December 22, 1993
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Once mistaken for a man I began to dress like one. Tall, broad-shouldered, hair cropped close, I could wear seersuckers, double-breasted pinstripes,
disguised, free to go anywhere I pleased. But I rarely spoke, and was the only woman my rich, old neighbor would eat with.
After a day's shopping for mission oak in SoHo, Brooklyn's Atlantic Avenue, we ate lunch at Alfredo's while Tom watched the young waiters
dodge toward us, in and out of tables, balancing plates of tortellini, cold asparagus salad, his double chocolate cake.
He'd take a few bites then push the plate to me, say, "Here, enjoy." In the gym beneath the overpass
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