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The Love Song of R. Anica Dewdrop

Birth is like being torn from a piece of paper/ A quivering piece/ Flung into the hurricane


June 14, 2011 • 1 note • postgradgrays

Post Grad Grays: On Babies

postgradgrays:

My mom perhaps takes it personally. It wounds her yearn. We don’t discuss babies now. Of her five children, the one most likely to have kids already has kids, he has three. My mother is already a grandmother, but it’s not enough.

We did a rundown around the dinner table once: N, the married…

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