Charlotte had spent hours watching the uncooked dough rise on her dead father’s chest. It had started out as small as a closed fist and grown fat, “absorbing the sins of the departed.” It went into the oven having tripled in size, bursting with secrets. It emerged fragrant and
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Originally published in Levee Magazine. Find your wife in the tangle of wires and resist the urge to dig her out. A coma doesn’t make her Sleeping Beauty. She doesn’t want the taste of you on her lips, anyway. Listen carefully to the machinery speaking over her, because
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