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My Elderly Mother and Her Friend Sit on a Bench and Watch the Hudson Flow South Adam Ross (bio) It was cold.Iron-colored water beneath a gunmetal sky. Six feet and both wore masks.Each could hear the other’s down jacket squeak. Mom thought, The Hudson smells like a penny in the mouth.Her friend thought, Seagulls are the rats of the sea. Jersey, they both thought, staring at its cliffs and towers.Glad I’ve never lived there. The Circle Line cruised past.Never rode it, never will. Neither had been to the Statue of Liberty.Neither was willing to admit it. That motherfucker, Mom said.(She was losing her husband to dementia.) That motherfucker, her friend said.(She had lost her husband to dementia.) That Motherfucker being God. [End Page 393] Adam Ross ADAM ROSS is the editor of the Sewanee Review as well as the author of the novel, Mr. Peanut, and the short story collection, Ladies and Gentlemen. Copyright © 2021 Adam Ross
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