My father told us stories every night about strange little ani-
mals that came out in the dark. When my father was away, my 
mother read us fairy tales that always ended in marriage. 
Sometimes, when I missed my father, I slept under my bed in 
mourning and the mice crawled all around me.
                    *
I stand at the window of a bridal shop where huge dresses
hang ghostly in the dark. At the back is a collection of veils
like a row of sleeping jellyfish. One whole wall of the shop is
a mass of white cloth. The wedding dresses are enormous.
They are twice as big as me, and bigger than any woman on 
the street.
                    *
This is the year that everyone is trying to fly around the world in a balloon. I don't know why.

Reprinted from The Balloonists by Eula Biss. Copyright © 2002 by Eula Biss. Reprinted by permission of Hanging Loose Press. All rights reserved.