NOW I KNOW HOW THE universe was created by touch. Now I know. Now I understand. That woman out there, what she desperately wanted was not a baby. That came later. First there was someone who knew how to make her feel so good, planets and their teal rings and full moons and nebulas and nothing and everything came from her, from her hips and hair and the tips of her fingers. Later, there was a baby, and yes, her milk made the stars. But first, there was this. Me, my legs shaking, pulling Noah’s mouth closer. Closer.
