January 2010
38 posts
"the sitting" maxine chernoff
The line forms early each Sunday. Pregnant women bring their
just-formed infants. Lovers are x-rayed in an embrace, creating a
confusion of bone. One old man, wearing all black, says that he’s
come for a portrait of his hands folded in death. A well-dressed
family waits stiffly in line. The mother adjusts her daughter’s
ample ears, as if they were taffy or bonsai branches. Men ogle...
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