from The Baby Hygiene Series
The woman is the one who loses when a relationship ends, warns my father, my father who had never been
Blessed are the miscarriages, the midnight cramps and ultrasound jelly, the long tongue of photographs that betrays my empty pocket.
They came in a box Dad gave me one Christmas, nestled among the level and awl and putty knife and
At an Easter party yesterday, one friend says she’s a closet Buddhist. Her husband, scholar and priest, is in a
I mean you played movies when you wanted sex. Abstinence in the temporary form of Tarantino bloodbaths we had seen