He’s nice and fat, she says. Looks fully cooked. But how are you? I don’t know, you say. He finally nursed. He slept. I said how are you? Without warning, you cry disastrously. Raw, jagged sobs. You want to say, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to do it. No one’s telling me. Why is it such a goddamned secret? Why will no one tell me? But you can only make these ragged sounds, animal noises.
