On baby movements: A snail shooting its love dart but missing its target

Blop. I’m reading em by Kim Thúy for a book review I’m due to do. Blurp. My belly shakes and a pointy appendage sticks out the right side. My insides feel like they are no longer mine, but have turned into a home for growing baby. It is a pleasure to belong to this human. It is easy. The movements aren’t unsettling, they're wonted.

scraping a ceramic bow…