“And anyways, I was just trying to show you the way that one scar intersects with my C-section scar from Dash. It’s, like, a whole situation down there.” “I know,” I say, and then I open my mouth to say something else—who even knows what—and she waves her arm to shush me. I understand. What can I say about this topographical mapping of birth and death? Everything is right there. Right here.
