Gathering an Appetite by Tara Mae Schultz I bring a fork, a knife, and a spoon to bed with me. I might awake to labor pains, to my body’s desire to turn itself inside out. Pregnant again, belly curved like a cow’s ass, Tommy promises he’ll leave if this one is anotherdud. After Montgomery came out with dwarfed arms, Tommy never forgave me. It’s your fucking womb; it’s just as cursed as you are. His eldest son would never handle a tractor, never work outside a horse stall. I once saw a mother corn snake, threatened, swallow its young. They were weak. If the fetus that stirs inside me like an unsettling brew comes out with any deformity, I’ll eat it to protect it from itself. theMeadow 93
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