At the Alzheimer’s Ward   I don’t know why I envied the bald man tearing a bubble-gum wrapper with his teeth, nose poised for the first scent, the lady slumped in a wheelchair, sifting with her alleged sister through photographs, persisting—“Is that you again? Isn’t that you? My god, you’re beautiful!”—that duo playing piano with […]

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