The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Milwaukee. Rust. A Baby.
By the light of early morning, I am writhing in pain again, the drugs are done. But there is a tiny creature—mammal, female—attached to my breast. That is supposed to make it more bearable.
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The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan
Levithan’s rhapsody is just that: an ode to desire written as an account of the traces such desire leaves behind.