We are a human mass surging up London’s Primrose Hill in the chilly dark. Behind is, our ordinary […]
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I can’t feel the dish soap or the knives, I can’t hold onto plates. All I can do […]
It is February and I have been pregnant forever Winter bears down but the baby stays put, […]
In your waiting, the weight of (my) history weight of (my) body weight of you behind (me) silent […]
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