My sister wrapped her arms around me. I did not cry. I felt nothing.
(nonfiction)
Tag: Russian
All that’s left of the baby is the rattle. / All that’s left of the granny is her knitting.
I’m paranoid, I’m chronically fatigued. / Neither Freud nor Jung can help. / Lord, grind us with your palette knife down into / the dark, into the soil.
(poetry)
When Owlet was two years old I ran across the phrase “a mother should tempt her child into the world.” Meaning that she should show her child how cool it is to be alive, how interesting it is, how inspiring. Something like that. And that’s probably a good idea. I’m trying.
(drama)
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