The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

When Naomi was born, she came early and angry.

Five pounds, eleven ounces.

A storm that night. March rain slapping the hospital glass hard enough to sound like handfuls of gravel.

I remember the nurse saying, “You did good, honey,” and me thinking, that’s nice, but what now.

What now was formula, bus schedules, community college classes I took one at a continue reading …