November 18, 2014

“Like any good woman, I have a number of baby names picked out. None of them are suitable for my cyst. Untitled, I say and the nurses take turns slapping me across the face. My red cheeks bleed onto the hospital-grade pillow. Shameful, the nurses say. They shake their heads, back and forth, back and forth. I don’t blame the nurses for being upset with me. I’ve done the non-maternal thing. I’ve made a joke at the expense of my fertility.”

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