Matt Matthews


            My wife reads new research that may cure Alzheimers. Sound waves, when aimed at the right parts of the noggin, coax the tangled wires into unknotting. One's thoughts become buttery again and slip to their intended destination on time, like Amtrak tries to do in the northeast.


            I told my wife I hoped a cure would come soon, as our elder years are taking dead aim on us.


            “Sometimes I feel like taking a nap for three weeks,” I tell my wife, “and getting out of bed only to take hot baths.”


            “That’s perfectly normal,” she says. “At our age.”

Matt Matthews is a writer living in Illinois.

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