KWIK KWOTE: On How You Can Never Really Know The Person Who Shares Your Bed

“Her face, lit by the one lamp in the room, was suddenly vivid, like a blurry photo coming into sharp focus. With a stupefying panic I realized that I didn’t know this woman who had borne my three children, who had slept beside me for most of my life, who had been the one constancy in my life. And now she was dying.”

ANNE ROSNER  “Prize Tomatoes”   TriQuarterly #50  (Winter 1981)

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