Every month her body prepares the scarlet garden, leaf on leaf of nesting cells to plump the shelter, rich red bed stitched with spiral-
Blood test. Doctor on the phone. The cold. Emily’s zero at the bone. That cold. The child forced to choose&emdash;which parent to become, which
The dog sits on the edge of the bed, watching what looks to me like silence after snow, the gleam of yard muted by