July 16, 2015

“At night, I asked the man if he thought our having children was a mistake. The man turned over in bed so that his back faced me. He mumbled something into his pillow about our duty to the progeny. His words unsettled me. I could not stop thinking about the pregnancy. The children ran back and forth on the other side of the door. They stormed the hallway. They sprinted this way and that. They were too young to be running but they did just that. That was another problem with the children. They were too formed to be neonates. From the womb, they could stand and chew. They had an inexhaustible craving for meat.”


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