• Experience,  Poetry


    Prompt #3 for Mrs. Fever’s summer writing project “Reminiscences” is RIDE. And when I saw it, I knew I had to share a poem I wrote several years ago about the conception of our son. We had been out at one of our favorite restaurants…rich Italian food, a bit too much red wine…and suddenly it seemed like an excellent time to head on up the mountain to fuck in the back seat. It’s important to note that, regardless of our drunken impropriety (I’m not condoning our reckless driving choices), we had been trying for some time to conceive, after having lost our first. Likely, letting go of the anxiety and…

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