Postpartum Mohawk

I was afraid to love my daughteruntil one night in Maythe air was warm the windowsopen – playing in the tub…

Rain comes in stages: a downpour for twenty seconds,a syncopated melody,a sprinkling. Windows blur when drops blow slant with the wind. Flowers…

I crumpled onto the hospital floor outside her room heaving sobs, not caring if the doctors and nurses of the…

General/Column April 20, 2020

1.Wash and fold, paper doll,these clothes in an empty crib,and the thin leather of shoesnot meant to be walked in—wipe…

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