Sublime

tenuous

onerous

grok,”

Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors,

precocious.

“I’m Mrs. Burns-Cooper,” said the woman, “and after this, well, it’s all right this time, because it’s your first time, but after this time always use the back entrance.” There is a pear in my icebox, and one end of rye bread. Except for three Irish potatoes and a cup of flour and the empty Christmas boxes, there is absolutely nothing on my shelf.

MAN!

I couldn’t stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.

seraphic