Sometimes I think about having
a baby. Other times I think about what
that would mean (et cetera)
for my current identity;
about my responsibilities
to the tiny twinkling human I’d
claim as my own.
poems by cay burton
Sometimes I think about having
a baby. Other times I think about what
that would mean (et cetera)
for my current identity;
about my responsibilities
to the tiny twinkling human I’d
claim as my own.