The Nursery

by Szilvia Molnar

There’s hard and there’s hard. There are cement walls that are hard to break through and there’s a hard cock. There’s a hard night’s sleep and there’s a body that has hardly had more than two hours of consecutive rest and for how long? This is what “hard” does to the mind and that hard body is my body and my body is so tired it is losing me, walking away.

We need to get you more sleep he suggests so casually it should be an item I can pick up from a shelf in a store.

A wall is erected—the one that separates the child-ed with the child-less. It is built brick by brick from the mutual understanding that we do not understand each other anymore.