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Donatella Di Pietrantonio

  • Karla Montalvohas quotedlast year
    Who knew how my mother was. Whether she’d started eating again
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    but only in the parts exposed during work or play outside
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    Vincenzo had a permanent map of the sun’s bites engraved on his back
  • Karla Montalvohas quotedlast year
    We’d gotten our periods a week apart, and even the eruption of pimples seemed synchronized
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    Who would take out her baby teeth when I returned to the city
  • Karla Montalvohas quotedlast year
    At the institution where he lives now, there is one aide he talks to, always the same one, and when that aide goes on vacation he’s silent. So they tell me
  • Karla Montalvohas quotedlast year
    In spring I bring him a basket of strawberries, we wash them in the fountain beside the hedge. Then he eats them, after holding them up to the light, one by one, gripping them by the stem. He observes the tiny variations in shape, in color. I suspect that he’s trying to count all those seeds on the surface
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