I’d heard plenty about how a mother’s devotion to her kids is primal. I got it—I could imagine that sort of wild, beyond-the-brain love, the kind of protectiveness that can sprout claws and incisors. I expected having a child to change my priorities, my routines, my capacity for tenderness and rage. I didn’t expect it …
In a time upended by quarantine, a time when so many women are shouldering extra burdens of housework and care work in the home, the exhaustion woven into these words is particularly acute.
In this poem, Dan O’Brien shows us the coexistence of belief and doubt, the skeptic with an open mind, the observer with an eye for both the sublime and the terrestrial.
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