2 8 T H E T U S C A R O R A R E V I E W 2 0 2 2 Her children sit quietly beside her, chewing their chicken with their mouths closed and placing their napkins on their laps. “How did you manage all of this?” One self comes up and taps her on the shoulder. She turns and glasses shatter. She wakes up with one body and two hands and no gilt gold dresses. A pile of youth size cotton t-shirts lay in a basket on the floor. Outside, dogs bark and cicadas buzz. PLAIN Alvaro Negrete Colored Pencil
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