The Slow-Cooked Sentence

An American Sentence for a boy who has left for school

Rachael Conlin Levy

Self-portrait with son and french fries.

Proust had his madeleines; I’ve a paper cone of fries and mayonnaise.

“This new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me. … Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it? … And suddenly the memory revealed itself.”

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