Posts tagged February 22 2011
through plastic she kicks

I lean in. 'Grow, baby. Grow and grow and then go home.' Ben nods, satisfied, and she writhes some more. We stand there a while, trespassing, and then we walk away through double doors that buzz and swing, leaving behind us a near-new breast pump (FOR D’BOOBIE MILK) kindly sent to me a lifetime ago. Someone else needs it now.

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