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I thought I’d be the only one for years. Vancouver was so far from rural New Hampshire, who else from home would end up at the same boarding school as me? At the end of the summer, I joined a beginning-of-school banquet to welcome new students into my prep school community. Parents and their perfectly contrived children dressed in soft-colored polos. They sported their best small-talk smiles by a lakeside barbeque. I spotted you because you stuck out just like I used to. Nowhere near a mirror, I saw myself so clearly. We do our best to imitate the small-talk around us. We are so much more similar than I’d feared.

To see someone who doesn’t belong

I know they don’t because neither do I

Compare our black hair, our short stance, our deep-set eyes

It’s how I imagine a telescope feels when it finally spots a planet

The image is so clear in front of me but one step backwards leaves light years of distance

It’s something recognizable to ground me

It instills a smallness much different from that familiar othering I’ve befriended

I want to tell you everything that’s to come

How you may as well toss your compass into the Sea of Polo and Prep

How every step over cobblestone will feel like walking with mismatched shoes

Take your time to build your shelter in the storm

Leave the roof open, the stars shine brighter where your thoughts are clear

Lend some time and soon you’ll see