procreation, 3

instead of grandchildren i birth poems about and for my parents which i rarely show to them i tuck them away in public corners of the internet and dwell in the uncertainty of whether they have ever stumbled onto them never knowing whether the pieces delight or horrify it is easier for children never to … Continue reading procreation, 3


i can hear the heartbreak in my mother's voice when she repeats back to me regretfully confirmation of my desire to never bear children it's been more than a decade since i first made the declaration but of course it's never been real to her until now, as i stand here well past the beginning … Continue reading procreation