January 31, 2019

“This pregnancy wanted so much. It demanded I eat and eat and eat. I ripped open packages of ground beef, slit packages of raw chicken parts, tossed the meat in a hot pan for just long enough that the meat was no longer cold to the touch, and then I ate, despite the pink at the center. I did not think of contamination or disease. I thought only of feeding the pregnancy so that it stilled within me, so that in its fullness, I might rest and not think of it again…”

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