You have seen this play a thousand times,
but as you are about to wake up
for the first time you will notice a telegram
on the gramophone:

If you’re going to do a weird thing, only do one weird thing at a time.

I count the walls around me,
floorboards gleaming, bed
unmade, I do not hold
a cigarette and I am not
your wife.

Epiphany is extremely excited to announce that we will be hosting a discussion and book club for Elena Ferrante's The Lying Life of Adults, the most anticipated book of 2020.

On the train back to Grand Central, the city itself did not feel enough for me. I longed for the presence of another human being—a person I can touch, feel, and shelter with—to save me from the coming isolation of the second wave.

We clink glasses. I tell my neighbors about the show and how it was canceled, but next time the company performs—at the end of August—we should go together, I say. They can bring the babies.