One night I let a man in the house
where I was living with a dozen
other students because he said he was a friend
of someone’s and I didn’t know any differently
Then he stole the TV
Twenty-five years later
I still tend to believe everyone is
telling the truth
about who they are
even though I should know better
by now
And when I find out what’s real
I wonder who I am
and why I never learn
because I know I would
open the door again today
and let anyone
take what they wanted
~Betsy Rosenblatt Rosso
July 2019
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True story?
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Yes. This was while I was studying abroad in Oxford.
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I am incapable of writing things that are not true. 🙂
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