She was focusing so steadily she could actually see the world inside her mind. Rubber sheets and paper airplanes and the aging of the loved. Borrowed sweatshirts, unwashed sheets, a candy wrapper in the grass. A hissing teapot, steaming. The herringbone pattern of her own aging skin. Her sister, body shambling, mind praying, on a hospital bed. “What I’m thinking is that you can take this ReProduction summit and stick it up your ass.” She
