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In the Bath

“In the bath, in the sea, I imagined my body independent of another, only mine from the beginning until the end. I imagined floating along forever with my own weight and nothing more.”

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Anniversary Dinner

“How very sad, Martha thinks, around the sound of her embarrassment, which bleats louder than the braised lamb shank currently resting next to her husband’s potatoes probably did, in the minutes right before it became a shank, later braised, while it was still just a lamb.”

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