by Jonathan Vos Post
The girl next door. What girl? What door? No true next door in an apartment house in Brooklyn Heights in the Korean War.
The girl upstairs, in a flowered blouse, twisted by Polio, playing "Night and Day" on a lonely piano. The girl Dad called "Mouse"
or "Mousie," two floors down, after her sister went away, her brother went through Synanon, her parents' divorce, was a prostitute in a negligee.
All single mothers proud without remorse, women who cast their lives into careers, widows, students drugged through another course,
were lost in a rented maze, dazed by the years when "Night and Day" drowned out the Music of the Spheres.
1148-1231 17 Apr 85

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