the season's beginning
(self-portrait '26 weeks with twins', 12 days before crash c-section. April 23, 2007)
Last night I dreamed my babies were born too soon. They were from another planet. They had acorns for knees, and elastic legs, and didn’t cry. I stared at them and they stared at me with the giant, almond-shaped eyes widely reported by abductees.
They knew everything there is to know.
Then I woke up.

