By Jacqueline May

Jacqueline May's fiction and nonfiction have appeared in various journals. She lives in Indiana with her husband, two cats, and no babies.

  1. “You know,” Alisha says, “you’re being a little too healthy about this.” Slouched in a coffee-shop armchair, she’s a belly with a head and limbs stuck on as afterthoughts. A kick ripples the stripes of her t-shirt, and her face locks into a grimace. I rattle an ice cube into my mouth and crunch it. The brick in my throat matches the brick in my lower abdomen. I gulp a couple of times before I…

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