
I’m Not Your Friend, I’m Your Mother by Jessica Feder-Birnbaum
I did eight loads of laundry. I paid the bills. I cleaned the house. I filled out medical forms. My…
I did eight loads of laundry. I paid the bills. I cleaned the house. I filled out medical forms. My…
Once, a few years ago – I think I was around eight at the time – I was in this…
You have trained your restless haunches for eight months now, within me, growing by skull and brow, ribs and toes—simple…