Our Lady of the Candelabra

by Sarah Maclay

________But I imagine her wearing it on her head like a hat—like Goya—like
________a Norwegian lutefisk celebration, middle of winter. Every time
________the head moves, there’s a danger of fire. Also a danger of light.

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