24 Jun 2022

You are haunted by the dream of a dead baby in a backpack, brain dried like curled corn puffs. Bugs. You’d forgotten something but Avery clapped on the first and the third and you wrote a poem about him. A lost boy, a lost child, a thing that was only ever a figment.

A crowd of people in Manhattan’s Washington Square Park attend a pro-choice protest against the overturning of Roe v. Wade. The sign in front of the camera reads “my body, my choice, laws off my body”.