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On Motherhood: A letter—call it a remembering, call it a poem—to myself before and after I became a mother

A letter—call it a remembering, call it a poem—to myself before and after I became a mother.

BEFORE /

How you walked through the home goods aisle 
of a shitty department store in the Mojave
and told him you didn’t want kids, you said leave
if you want to, I won’t change my mind

How you flinched at the sight of a pregnant woman
walking across Venice Bou…