throbbing gut-chain, your child’s belly FULL OF LOVE like a vice-grip on his father’s wrists. wolf teeth tore and bit and GLEAMED WET with it too, what was the lesson? something poetic, or you wouldn’t feel so much FURY. even the brightest starlight can BURN you up, blacken bones, TEAR little boys into two, when touched by CHAOS. and your husband DAMNED you all, but then you think: no, no, it was me, with my WOMB and my HEART and my need for these babies GROWING like little galaxies in my black hole body.
no, no, it was ME.
