from "The Mistakes Our Mothers Make,"
Verse Wisconsin Online,
"Birthing was less a miracle and more of a letting go,
the release of a knot I’d carried for months
within my belly. I didn’t understand
the small, wet shapes that glistened under the early sun –
and their first sucks of air, their little hooves
kicking, silently, scared me."
from "Why Our Mothers Panic," Verse Daily, September 2012 and originally
The Southern Review, Spring 2012
"On days like this, her head is not a skull filled with networked matter,
its own system of fences and walls built up and torn down over time.
It is an empty cavern sleeved with hanging bats"