Tantrum

by Rachel Eve Moulton

so we are relying on my husband’s sweet little tapioca-baby-boba swimmers,

Dear god. Fucking ew.

The very fact that this whole process of family-making requires a woman to onboard a roommate who will literally eat her energy while the man saunters on with his average day still makes me feel sick.

Damn. Crazy but true.

Lucia was born with teeth; although that’s a thing I now know happens—rare but still possible—it still and will forever gross me out. Her toothy, newborn baby grin added to the devilish look in her eyes. And that devilish look doesn’t even go away when she sleeps, because she sleeps with her eyes open.

burn the witch

He is articulate for his age, my son, but he skips words in his sentences as if he’s hoarding them for his future mansplaining.

CRAZY STATEMENT

and I recite my list of female villains, humming to fill the spaces when my memory stumbles. “Harley Quinn,” I say. “Poison Ivy, Medusa,

They became "villainous" because men terrorized them. They weren't born that way.

we’re all gonna get slashed cunt to throat

Never heard that one before...

knew about the split uvula before this moment. The doctor pointed it out in the hospital. They told me it was fine. To consider it a spot of luck. “Imagine she’s got a wishbone back there!” he’d exclaimed.

Theres no fucking way a doctor wouldn't be concerned about something like that.

answer. I sit on the ground with Lucia and let my breasts fill with milk. I thought I’d already willfully and successfully dried up, but hearing the despair makes my body respond to Sebastian.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

Instead of arguing, I trust her. I put my hand over her hand on the image and the room around us changes, becomes elastic and pink until we are traveling back into my past, to the time and place of this photograph.

What in the blue skadoo shit is this