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120 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2013
We're alone together, for the first time. I have to touch him now. I try stroking a foot, then a shoulder. But no current lifts in me, nothing pulls at my chest the way they said it would.
The baby has a foot that shines silver from the wool of his bootie. I try again, but I can't even get close. Removing the covers, removing any of his layers, is suddenly unthinkable. I laugh to myself. I tell myself it's impossible, and the thought is like a soothing caress; nothing is wrong, it will pass. (p.1)