“My mother is short, my mother is bent, / my mother is sick of living.”
“In retrospect, the novel feels prophetic — but I wish it had not been.”
The knowledge that neoliberalism makes economic insecurity indivisible from motherhood today is central to Mothering Through Precarity.
In these poems, nothing is out of bounds
“In a curious way, Donald Trump has also shown us what is possible.”
“Sometimes I forget to put in the softer stuff.”
A haunting clarity lingers in lines like these.
“People think they know me, but they only know what I choose for them to know.”
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