Notes to Self

by Emilie Pine

I wonder to myself when it was that I became his parent.

But now that I want to get pregnant it’s magically revealed to me that the baby-window is fucking tiny.

As advice, this seems perilously close to asserting that women’s minds are dangerous to their bodies. I

Though the miscarriage is the only thing on my mind, and I feel like I’m falling apart, I don’t talk about