Like a twentieth-century dream of Europe—allhorrors, and pastries—some part of me, for all timestands in a short skirt in a hospital cafeteria line, with a tray, whilein another glittering tower namedfor the world's richest manmy mother, who is dying, never dies.

-Laura Kasischke

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